A while ago you mentioned ads with “digital native” as being a cover for trying to recruit “young” folks and being an ADEA violation… so what do you think of an ad that says (twice) “Young professionals” wanted? LOL That’s not even a cover! See attached…
Like when referring to the plaintiff (57) and his two co-workers (61 and 67), a boss allegedly remarks, “It’s time you got rid of those old son of a bitches.”
Age discrimination, maybe?
Did you have a nice weekend? Overall, I did too. However, Saturday was rough. How rough? On a scale of 1-10, it was Chuck E. Cheese.
Sunday improved. Mildly.
But, now I’m in a coffee shop, sans kids, sans ball pits, costumed rats, and shopping carts. Instead, I’m nicely caffeinated, listening to a Spotify playlist of Rolling Stone’s 100 Greatest Hip Hop Songs of All Time, wondering how House of Pain’s Jump Around didn’t make the list and punching out a blog post on age discrimination to you fine folks.
Because, I’m pretty sure that I’ll get my employment-lawyer-blogger card revoked if I don’t offer a self-deprecating blog post about age discrimination on my 40th birthday. But, feel free to raise my spirits by pledging a pair of tickets to the Philly stop of the Guns N’ Roses reunion tour.
Oh, God! I really am old!
WWE great The Undertaker is 50 years old. He’s an eight-time Heavyweight Champion. But, his greatest feat is
never missing one of my posts his streak of 21 consecutive wins at Wrestlemania. But then, at Wrestlemania XXX, the streak ended.
Do you think that The Undertaker’s age motivated the WWE’s decision to script this loss — yes, sorry, it’s scripted? In that context, the notion of age discrimination seems silly. But, what about at work?
Where a 20-year employee with an exemplary record is suddenly fired…
I was going to blame the tardiness of today’s post on technical difficulties. Except, the only thing that was technically difficult about it was trying to muster the energy to blog last night after spending four hours in the sun with my 6-year-old at the Eagles first preseason game. I’m happy to report that the Eagles won, and, to the delight of the intoxicated masses who hung around in the fourth quarter — most everyone but me and my son — Tim Tebow scored a touchdown.
But, this recent federal-court opinion I read last night. The one about an employee with Attention Deficit Disorder who was fired after discussing vaginal massages with a co-worker (even Tyrion Lannister would blush) restores my confidence in my chosen profession.
Rather than just walk away, why did this employee claim violations of various federal employment laws? Because the blog gods are good, my friends.