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.

Wednesday

Day 228 - Of Coughing and Kidnapping

Daily Kup (My Life as a Diarist)

An incoming cold/flu hit me precisely at 6:52 PM. I'm looking forward to a phone interview so wheezing, coughing and snorting for air was not the direction that I wanted to go for in promoting my persona brand. Unless my personal brand is contagion.

Many posts have been paragraph after paragraph. This one is not. There's a NyQuil with my name on it.

He Wasn't Prepared for This
As I was leaving the Boy Scout store this morning, having needed to stock up on Boy Scouts to do my bidding, I noticed this trailer in the parking lot. I'm not positive but it looks like someone is kidnapping Lord Baden-Powell.

Somebody wants that Eagle Scout Rank really badly.
Posted by Burning Khrome at 11/10/2010 11:59:00 PM

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