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 337 - That is the Question

Daily Kup (My Life on the Way to More)
KiMK has a major announcement. Through the machinations of a mirthful, winking God, we are on the waiting list for blog advertising syndicate BlogHer and hope to be added to the stable of 2500+ female bloggers (and male bloggers who write for a female audience) some time this Spring. This will lead to a minuscule flow of advertising revenue and the opportunity to attract more readers — who in turn may add a few drops to the tiny rivulet of cash flow. I'm not taking out flood insurance just yet, but it is rejuvenating to think that my feet may become slightly moist from more than the perspiration of running ahead of invoice due dates. [Extra ten points for stretching the water metaphor to titanic proportions]

Thank you to all the family, friends, and a perplexing myriad of total strangers who have waded through explorations of kidney stones, Cub Scouts, and a cornucopia of oddities to arrive at this point.

An Overdue Bill -- Shakespeare, That is
Some say that William Shakespeare was the greatest writer of the English language who ever lived. His soaring language and themes speak to us still almost 400 years after his death. By changing and modernizing just a few words, it's like he's talking directly to me.

To blog, or not to blog: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the pocketbook to suffer
The slings and arrows of unintended unemployment,
Or to type posts against a sea of troubles,
And by ad revenue end them?

To blog: to sleep not much;
and by a RIF to say we end
The heart-burn and the thousand
shares of employee stock
That folks would dare to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

To blog and then to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the pay stub;
For in that sleep of unemployment what dreams may come
When we have shuffled past this immoral toil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That has been missing in so long a job;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of timecards,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contempt,
The pangs of despised lunchmeat, the lowly pay,
The insolence of the office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his exodus make
With a bare briefcase? who would HR bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after layoff,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No employee returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those crappy jobs we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus mortgage does make cowards of us all.


Your brother said...

And to think that I've been reading you blog and I'm not the intended demographic? Who'd have known... Since you seem to be fixated on water metaphors and you're missing the male demographic, why don't you try feet next time and tie it into the Rex Ryan foot fetish and attract some male readers from NY. Also, in perfect English syntax, "Shakespeare was the greatest writer of the English language whom ever lived."

Burning Khrome said...

You are indeed smack dab in the middle of the intended demographic, brother, in that you bother to read it. Way back in the misty beginning, the first 'marketing' (to use the evil m-word) of the blog was to 25 friends and acquaintances of all life paths who excelled in cultural knowledge, quirkiness of humor, and dispositions that were generally forgiving.

BlogHer, as the type of entity that has to have a business plan and people who actually 'make the doughnuts,' selected a focus demographic that happily includes a gender with a lot of bloggers and blog readers. Perhaps they made this choice after discovering that there was already a blog network targeting foot fetishists. But let the demise of FeetHer be our gain. My intended audience is myself, my other multiple personalities, and anyone who has feet. If they like feet or have seen feet at any time in their lives, that's also good as far as I'm concerned.

Reader requested foot fetish pandering (Oh, no, has the potential for sponsorship already deflected Khrome's inner compass?): http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/12/22/michelle-ryan-foot-fetish-video_n_800138.html [Wallow, freaks!]

The word 'who' is properly used in the referenced sentence as it is the subject pronoun in the relative clause. Since you are my relative, you may use who or whom as you see fit (or feet) with relative impunity. Or shoes.

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