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 244 - Children Amuck

Daily Kup (My Life, Holiday Edition)
We are almost halfway through five days of two small children in the house most of the day. We had hoped to complete some home projects this weekend but it seems clear that this may be a lost cause. The most common phrase uttered today (maybe 100 times) was "Stop doing that and be quiet." What "that" was could have been bouncing off the walls, wrestling, purposely burping, punching, slapping, or using a stuffed animal as a machete. We bundled them up and sent them out to play but that can only last so long.

Tomorrow, we must take them some place where they can run around. One interesting side effect of having children that don't resemble you very much is that bystanders don't exactly know to whom the ill-behaving children belong. One attendant at the zoo kept trying to shove our son in the direction of an innocent Asian couple and their troop of rambunctious children.

Our sad car does not go over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house but instead to the parking lot of Jeff's Auto to await its fate. Please pray to the transmission gods for us.

Last Drop
Bad headline: Mine had worst safety record before deaths of 29
Really? Is it better now?

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