Last July, after filing a complaint with MyGolfSpy’s HR department over what I considered over-the-top and egregious age-related harassment, I was offered a $1,500 settlement by corporate. Being a greedy little bugger, I quickly accepted,
At the time, I figured HR would issue a directive to the rest of the staff saying, essentially, to be nice to the old guy. I also figured the staff, being genuinely good people, would be full of contrition and feel genuinely sorry for their behavior. They would start treating me with the professional reverence deserving of your classic elder statesman or, as I like to refer to myself, The Silver Stud (as opposed to what my wife calls me, That Guy with Thinning Gray Hair and Badly in Need of a Shave Who Sits in Front of His Computer All Day).
Anyhoo … it turns out I was wrong about my juvenile colleagues. On all three counts.
The final straw was the entire team singing “When I’m 64” by the Beatles (in an off-key A cappella, no less) at one of our staff meetings. That was followed by several jokes about my Jitterbug flip phone and having dated Rose Marie in high school (which, for the record, I did not).
OK, that last one was funny. Hurtful, but funny.
























