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 222 - I'm With The Band

Daily Kup (My Life in a Typing Frenzy)
I set aside some fixed time for non-blog writing today. It went very well and I have no idea what I'm going to do with the output.

In the realm of nonfiction, I posted several items for sale on Craigslist. I have a really good idea of what to do with the output from that.

Band of Brothers ... and Sisters

You've seen them, haven't you? The children with arms covered in some strange multicolored cast from wrist to elbow?

Yes, Silly Bands. Those little colored plastic bracelets that are shaped like ... well, just about anything.

One day in a rare instance of largess when I wanted to get better behavior from my children through bribery, I bought Attila the Son and Princess Potatohead one packet each. Attila chose a packet whose title included the term "disgusting." Those bracelets were shaped like toilets and trash cans and people throwing up. Stuff little boys think about a lot. Princess Potatohead got little shimmery horses to match all her other little shimmery things.

Today I noticed that the two small packs had grown into the blob shown here. I'd like to think that this was the result of a free enterprise system, though I'm equally suspicious that they breed in the dark.

In the name of research, I spread them all out to see the shapes. I can't identify about half of them no matter how I turn them. It seems like a third grade Rorschach test. I'm embarrassed to admit it but a lot of them look to me like that junior high school drawing of the female reproductive system. "Look, a blue stretchy set of fallopian tubes."

So perhaps they really are self-generating.

<-- Some bands that I can identify.

My daughter gave me a silly band as a gift for momentarily not being lame. My silly band glows in the dark. At night I keep it next to my pet rock and my lava lamp.

1 comment:

Kim Barron said...

I keep my lava lamp on my desk at work. It also works well as a hand warmer in the winter.
But I don't have anything that glows in the dark near it.

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