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 356 - International House of Contagion

Daily Kup (My Life Swilling Nyquil)
Rasping coughs fill the air. Loud, sticky SNIFFs are interspersed with the mom voice: "Get a tissue!"

Yes, Princess Potatohead and Attila the Son stayed home from school today. I tried to rouse Attila early this morning to assess his condition. Since I couldn't get his little head to pop out from the sheets on the top bunk, I plunged a hand in and found a feverish melon-y head. Back to sleep, little boy, while I call the school.

Three hours later, when he woke to consciousness, he was very annoyed that he would be missing an event where they watch a movie and eat pancakes.

I'm very grateful for many of the things that the school does, but I stand by cluelessly at some of the activities. Multiplication tables are passé but pancakes are in.

I remember in Kazakhstan that kids went to school for an additional half-day on Saturday. The whole country has a ten year plan to turn their newly found oil wealth into modernization, industrial diversification, and benefits for all the citizens. They saw the Middle Eastern countries become dependent on supplying oil and developing few other industries while growing the gap between the few on top and the multitudes on the bottom. In Kazakhstan, they felt part of the solution was universal and rigorous education. I'm not sure that the answer is school uniforms and not pancakes, but that may be food for thought. Literally.

Sick Children

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