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.


Friday

Day 57 - De-Kluttering

I've been decluttering my house. It's been a tough road, particularly that road that leads past so many garage sales. Still, we are now on living on the principle that for every new item brought into the house, at least one item has to leave.

The same principle ought to apply to popular culture. There are some things that we easily cannot stand just one more of. A Jonas brother, for example. Some would say that even the current allotment is duplicative and somewhat extravagant. If a new one appears, one of the old ones must go to the landfill.

For this week's final list:

Things We Don't Need More Of

1. Articles explaining how to select a swimsuit to disguise any of six figure flaws
2. Rocky movies
3. Movies base on old sitcoms
4. Sitcoms based on old movies
5. New movies based on old movies
6. Medical shows where the doctors spend all their time on their unstable personal lives
7. TV ads featuring Bob who takes Enzyte
8. Tweets from B list actors
9. Reality shows
10. Lists

2 comments:

Mom said...

Loved this--we can totally relate-but haven't gotten as enlightened as you are.

Burning Khrome said...

Thanks. I'm not sure it's enlightenment or mental rambling. Either way, it's been a real change of pace for us.

I broke down and went to a Boy Scout garage sale and bought a tiny bicycle for Teagan for $3. A new little tire and perhaps covering the boy stickers and she'll be mobile.

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