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 303 - Juiced?

Daily Kup (My Life as a Gainfully Unemployed Person)
Some days, there's not much going on. Since I attempt to do something new every day, the new thing that I'm doing doing is not doing anything new. Convoluted enough?

Jacked Up on Juice?
Fitness pioneer Jack LaLanne died yesterday at age 96. He was still in remarkable shape for his age. People often slip in the phrase "at his age" as a way of discounting, but photos taken well into his nineties show a mobile and vibrant person who continued to work out for two hours every day -- a true testimony to the healthy lifestyle that he advocated for eighty years.

LaLanne founded America's first health club in 1936. He rose to national attention as a result of his TV exercise show that aired from 1951 to 1985. I remember seeing him on my grandmother's huge old black-and-white console TV in the early 1960's, a time when even the top movie stars were flabby and no one thought anything about it. (For we carb lovers, this time is known as the "Golden Age.")

Later in his career, LaLanne marketed electric juicers with which he made his vitamin-laced health drinks.

So synonymous was LaLanne with these appliances that a wag, commenting on the announcement of LaLanne's death, posted: "Wonder if he'll be buried, cremated, or juiced?"

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