A Boomer walks into a bar..

Did you ever feel like the oldest one at the bar? Or on a team? Or at the office?

Join my club.

I'm not the oldest on my team (not that there's anything wrong with that). But, I have been, and some day, I may be there again.

Now, there's a plus to having lived long. You might not fret like you used to. You know flexing, and fools when you see them. You know talk is cheap; resumes can lie, and titles sometimes mean squat.

But we don't know what we don't know. When it comes to age and the workplace, we don't always have the words - especially for a certain ism (it begins with "age").

So, we talk around it, and over it. We joke about being the oldest, or when it's time to get out. We laugh about burning out; being done, or just fried.

I may not know it all, but I've seen a lot. I've seen men who couldn't care less about hair with a dye job. I've met bosses with an "open door" for whom age is a closed book.

And, I know this: we can, and we should do better. For, when it comes to making a living, the old "isms" don't work.