Klowns in my Koffee

There is a theory that sales of men's underwear are a significant economic indicator. It seems that men do not buy new underwear when faced with a less than optimistic view of the future. I take exception to this theory since I am not familiar with men buying their own underwear even when it has deteriorated to a few threads of dental floss held together with a rubber band. Maybe women don't replace the underwear of men with a less optimistic view of the future.

The underwear consumption in my household has remained steady throughout the recession and aftermath. My own key indicators are telling me the job market has taken a more rosy turn. I'm finally seeing jobs that are intriguing, jobs that seem to proclaim, "Work here and you might not consider kissing the bridge abutment at 65 mph each and every workday morning."

I got a call from a an extremely well-known Fortune 100 company in Seattle asking me to interview for a Quality Manager job.

Unfortunately, I'm not that interested in uprooting. Though, if I were going to move anywhere, Seattle would be one of my first choices. And they have a lot of coffee there.

A group of elderly Swiss women spent two months knitting this tea cozy for a Smart Car. I suddenly feel like my life has not been wasted.