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 293 - The Management Has Received Complaints

Daily Kup (My Life as an Electronic Sybil)
Ah, the magic of Fridays! This week was filled with activities from various charities and professional groups. Yesterday, for the Girl Scout Service Unit Leader Meeting, I whipped up a website and survey to gather input for the Annual Meeting for I volunteered, in a moment of chump-like optimism for the future of girlkind, to be a delegate.

I now have quite a number of sites and the trepidation that is starting to come from the need to develop some and maintain others. Since each site was birthed by some fractured portion of the psyche, I have to remember who I am and what my niche in the universe is at the moment.

This leads to ridiculous inner discussions like, "Should I promote this blog on my Facebook page where there is a large overlap between people who know me and readership or should Khrome face the Facebook?" (Porkus prepared me for this conundrum by giving me several simultaneous job titles and bosses to go with them.)

Several of me are going have a meeting and straighten it all out. I hope we all bring snacks.

Cat Lobby Unhappy with Air Temperature
A delegation from the Society of Cats Reacting Aggressively To Cold Households (S. C. R. A. T. C. H.) contacted Management today.

The group was apparently formed as a response to recent cost- and energy-cutting measures. They were quite fluffed up about the whole thing and threatened to launch a litter-writing campaign if conditions were not improved.

When the delegates were confronted with the Management Purview claws in their contract, they slunk away but vowed to return victoriously with tails held high ... at 3 AM.

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