Friday, September 17, 2010
Why ya gotta give me a label?
I have many labels, I usually don't subscribe to that whole label thing. Especially if you are trying to categorize me. But here is one that I just recently found out could apply to me. Generation Y, apparently what makes me a generation Y is the fact I wear flip flops to work, don't want work to be my life and appear to the "older generations" as selfish, neurotic, disrespectful and too smart for my own good. In 2005 USA Today said this "Unlike the generations that have gone before them, Gen Y has been pampered, nurtured and programmed with a slew of activities since they were toddlers, meaning they are both high-performance and high-maintenance, Tulgan says. They also believe in their own worth." Here is my thought....who the hell cares, and why does that matter. Since I can remember every generation has been hit with a label. Baby Boomers, Gen X, and now Gen Y. AND, the labels are randomly selected by the media who just happens to be the generation before. I have a novel idea....why not just stop giving the generations labels. I am my own person who might wear flip flops to work....will work my ass off "during work hours" and shows respect to everyone...even someone who might be below me on the totem pole. The fact I don't want my work to be my life is because IT ISN'T....you are who you are, not what you do. I think the older generations could learn a thing or two from us. If I'm having a meeting I will show up in a suit and I will like it, but if I'm filing papers, answering phones, book keeping or whatever else you might be doing in the 9-5 work force, why can't I be comfortable? Is it because "that's the way it has always been done?" GUESS what, I'm here to change the way it has always been done.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
At it again
It's like a horrible cycle. I just want to scream and throw things around. Pay attention to me. What the hell has changed? I don't know, but I can feel it. I'm not ignorant. I'm done, if this is how it is going to be then you need to give me time to adjust. I spent almost two years not being treated like what I was, now in less than a week I am being treated as such. You can't even say that isn't confusing.
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