At the time of this post I am an older man who has been deprived and robbed for over a decade. My colleagues, such as they are colleagues, are transforming into children as others decline, age and retire. These new ones are strange to me and odd-thinking sometimes arrogant, which is always unwarranted. Some are well-intended and others...may be talented and may not. In this place I have been driven from all discussion that oversees my livelihood and cut from all decision-making. I am a token of sorts, used to demonstrate that these new colleagues are inclusive, these ones who have inherited the tradition of shutting me out of any substantive discourse about how much food I am able to purchase.
At This Time