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 307 - Rhonda's Rules of Order

Daily Kup (My Life in Order)
I spent the day preparing for the Annual Meeting of the local Girl Scout Council. In a moment of weakness and guilt, I volunteered to be a delegate and now face the prospect of spending the whole day at a local high school where I might get to practice the Robert's Rules of Order that I had to learn to complete the delegate training.

Rhonda's Rules of Order
Robert seems to have been a bit of a control freak. Since my upcoming meeting promises to be about 98% female, some modifications may be warranted:

"I move" ... when I damn well feel like it.
"You can take the floor" if you have mopped it. Otherwise, get those boots in the tray and grab some paper towels.
I am my own quorum.
"I call for a division of the house" is now literal and has nothing to do with asking for a vote by actual count.
Debates that were previously ended with "I move the previous question" don't end until I leave the room. And may reappear without warning.

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