I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 205 - Good-bye, Old Paint

Daily Kup (My Life as a Gainfully Unemployed Person)
As the days grow colder, I'm finding more things to drag inside and paint. The cats are starting to look concerned whenever they see me with brushes, thinking that they might be next to be decorated.

In a flurry of Monday zeal, I painted the front day and installed a new lockset. The old lockset worked perfectly with the exception of not really locking. It stuck so badly that you'd think it was locked when it wasn't so the absence of actual locking wasn't that much of a drawback. As we have all become used to bracing ourselves and charging the door with one shoulder forward to get it open, anyone who doesn't remember about the new lock will find themselves launched facefirst into the closet. Ah, good times.

Attila the Son is coughing and mildly feverish. It's only a matter of a day or two until the others fall into the abyss as well if the lessons of history hold. Helpless, cranky people.

If they lie still too long, I might paint them.

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