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 242 - Rock of Ages

Daily Kup (My Life as a Gainfully Unemployed Person)
As the snowstorm has subsided, we are preparing to take to the highway tomorrow morning to make our way to dear relatives for a wonderful meal and warm companionship.

The two smallest offspring did not drive me over the edge today despite their efforts in that direction. Somebody here had to have an enforced nap. I chose it to be them, though it could have gone either way.

Plymouth Rocks!
Look who emailed me a picture. I never understood how the Pilgrims managed to step off the boat onto that rock inside a little building.

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