You know…. i resent a little bit being moved from the building i worked in for 35 years…(that building went down and now there is part of a parking lot)(albeit a parking lot for those who should park the furthest away for their health but have close spaces to perpetuate their conditions)…. i survived the move; i resent a little bit being moved from the room I had for 6 years (ordered to leave with disrespect and uncaring spirit, though with a reasonable discussion would have gladly left)… i survived; i resent a little bit being given in an office where no one speaks my native tongue (english)…. haha (these are kids using the room where the emerita/emeritus faculty could still be productive)..ear plugs in, heads down on the desk,  i am unable even to ask if it is OK to turn up the thermostat; no one understands what i say, no one says hello or good bye or good morning or please lock the door when you leave…. i have no “sound” enabled on my computer, never sneeze or cough or make noise…i’ve survived; Ha ha… how things at this university have changed.  I am not going to comment on whether the change is for the better or worse. Change happens.  This leads me to follow ….. my own advice from decades ago.  MUTATE BLEND OR DIE
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