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.


Tuesday

Day 234 - Don't Wanna Know?

Daily Kup (Found Voice. Will Travel.)
No nibbles on the ├╝ber-cool part-time supplier quality opportunity that I applied for a few days ago. I was hoping that a helicopter and men in black would appear on my lawn to ferry me into a financially-advantageous future, but I'd be happy with a phone interview. Nice to be back in the game though.

For several weeks now, I've been stalking the elusive, wild, reasonably-priced solid oak dresser in its natural habitat -- by which I mean Craigslist, of course. Like the script for much of my life, I'm the number two caller, the perennial also-ran. "Somebody's on their way to look at it but, if she doesn't buy it, you're next and I'll give you a call." Sad, lonely evenings waiting by the phone for calls that never come. Craigslist wallflower sent on an eternal snipe hunt.

Until today when -- tada! -- emailer numero uno scores a Broyhill 10 drawer dresser of solid, solid, solid oak for a mere 50 bucks and a hernia. It fits in the kids' room like it was built there. For the first time in their American adventure, there is room enough for all their clothes to be clean at the same time.

It's dated, it's heavy, and it's mine. (No, not my husband. I'm going to keep making those jokes until he starts reading the blog.)

I might replace the handles for more acquaintance with this century but, other than that, I'm about a week from completing the update on this room, too. No risk in running out of rooms to rehab.

On The Dole
Yesterday I featured an 80's music video, REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling, directed by my old friend Kevin Dole and his then wife Sherry Revord. Today, I came across a short video that I never knew existed where REO's front man Kevin Cronin describes the band's association with Kevin and Sherry and introduces scenes of the video being shot. While special effects have undergone cataclysmic improvement since 1984, it's still enticing to see how they created some of the effects in this video.

When the music video was made, the process for getting the butterflies to tumble from the young man's vest was a trade secret. Twenty-six years later, I'm relieving myself from my vow of secrecy enough to say that it involved running the film backward, a vacuum hose, and yes, butterflies were harmed during the making of this video.

And this is the Kevin Dole that I know, here playing the part of the naughty little boy who gets what's coming to him. The richly layered backgrounds include many topical references and sight gags.

Weird To The Last Drop
I see that someone is using keyword searches to answer the (burning) question: Who is "Burning Khrome"? I guess I'm flattered. Dude, I barely know myself. If you find out, clue me in.

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