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 207 - Land of a Thousand Ugly Couches

Daily Kup (My Life Chasing the American Dream)
The front porch is nearing completion. The doors have been painted and all the new locksets and latches installed. There are new lights that don't give you a jolt one out of four times and a new door bell that lights up. I have to put a new screen into the screen door that the children open by thrusting their hands into the screen. There is also accent paint needed for the sidelights. After that, mums, pumpkins, a new welcome mat, and those little Martha-like touches that say "I read too many magazines."

The kids will be home tomorrow and Friday for what is called by tradition "MEA." This annual holiday for school children occurs in mid-October and allows teachers to attend the Education Minnesota Professional Conference. We'll see just how much I can get done with the extra help.

Couched in Strong Terms
When Mary Tyler Moore threw her hat in the air in downtown Minneapolis while the swelling music declared that "Love is All Around," she was optimistic but slightly inaccurate. Love is elusive but ugly couches are all around. I found these samples on Craigslist. There are dozens more like them.

Apparently, Uncle Max has put on weight.

Either these people have a garden hose and Astroturf in the living room or this puppy is sitting on the lawn.

"We found Aunt Netty's body right here."

This one's being held in some kind of dungeon. I think we can all agree it had it coming.

Something wore off

... or maybe grew on.

Anyway, it's just not right.

This was advertised as a "nice floral." Well, it's floral all right.
The four red blotches along the back cushions are troubling. I didn't know the St. Valentine's Day Massacre occurred at tea.

When I look away, I still see it imprinted on my retinas.

This one comes with a girl.
You don't see that in most of the furniture ads.
It's nice that she dressed to match the sofa.
But I still see her.

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