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 272 - Festivus for the Rest of Us

Daily Kup (My Life as a Wrapper)
There was really no reason for me to wait until after midnight to wrap the Christmas gifts. For the past twenty years, I have not gone to bed on Christmas Eve at a reasonable time and this year was no exception. Just trying to catch a glimpse of Santa, I guess.

I don't remember being a big Santa believer as a child but my mother reminded me of an evening spent in tears when I realized that our home didn't have a fireplace. Apparently, I thought that Santa would do a flyover of our chimney-free domicile. She says that I wrote him a letter explaining that we did not not have fireplace but asking him to leave presents nonetheless. I have no memory of this and, until we got to the letter writing part of the story, I assumed that I must have been a cute three or four when this happened. Unless I exited the womb with pen in hand and fully equipped to write complaint letters -- a possibility that has been entertained -- I must have hung onto this idea for quite a while. I was afraid to ask my mother for more detail in case I was thirteen at the time.

We never really abandon illusions; we simply trade them for other illusions. Here's a holiday that resonates with the jaded:

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