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 266 - Time to Shovel the Front Yard

Daily Kup (My Life in Yet Another Snowstorm)
He's making a list and checking it twice. And he's perplexed about the lack of concrete activity in light of all this planning.

My family is starting to be concerned about the utter lack of a Christmas tree in our house. When you have two small(er) children and two cats that remain remarkably youthful when it comes to destructive ability, the tendency is to install the tree - with everything that can be broken, swallowed or made to spark -a little close to opening night. This is a wonderful rationale and I'm buying it completely, except for the fact that then we leave it up until it becomes an embarrassment.

OK, I admit it. I don't want to put the tree up until the house is reasonably clean. Just once, I'd like to unbox the Christmas decorations and deploy them throughout the house without having to blow the dust off anything. It's a small dream, a tiny dream, but it's my dream ... so help me, Martha Stewart.

Yeah, Snow ... Not Even Worth a Headline Anymore

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