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 237 - My Wreath Exceeds My Grasp

Daily Kup (My Life Unloading A Truck When Most People Are Doing Really Boring Stuff Where It's Warm)
The best time in any youth program fundraising activity is when it is all over. Today the big truck came and dropped a few hundred wreaths of various sizes, coils of roping, swags, centerpieces, evergreen crosses, and about anything else that cone-bearing green stuff can be shaped into. Being the Upper Midwest, it could have been colder -- which is to say that it was cold enough.

I worked with a great group of people to count, sort and drag into piles so that the Scouts and their parents could pick up what they had sold and get it to the purchasers before Thanksgiving. Because I helped unload the truck, our order was available earlier so I was able to drag my somewhat unwilling family into the car and get all of the local orders delivered this evening.

Done is a good thing. My vehicle smells like pine.

Let Not the Sun Go Down on Your Wreath

Volunteers unload the truck full of Christmas wreaths for Boy Scout fundraising.

I wonder what Jewish or Muslim Scouts think of the general idea. We sold evergreen crosses but I don't ever remember seeing an evergreen Star of David.

My family's wreath is shaped like a candy cane. Happy Hibernal Solstice, y'all!

Not-chyo Cheese
I treated myself to a cheap lunch at a local (non-chain) Tex-Mex restaurant. On the menu are some entrees available "with con queso." This must be Spanish "for para las idiotas."

No comments:

Post a Comment