such began an article last week written by usatoday.
oh my gosh. i had no idea that they were writing an article about me. heeeeeyyyyyyyyy. that is great publicity for my new book. (oh wait. they did not happen to mention me by name. or my not-yet-written-but-oft-spoken-about-book.)
damn.
well you know they were thinking of me while they were writing it.
maybe. but probably not.
i mean, i have black reefs and brown reefs to color-coordinate accordingly with the different suits i wear to work. could they not be talking about me?
unlike the generations that have gone before them, says the article, 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.
activities, bring em on. but high maintenance? dude. all i want is to be able to wear my reefs to work.
... with a freshly painted french-pedicure, of course. but that does not make me high maintenance, does it? (don't answer that.)
generation y-ers …don't like to stay too long on any one assignment. this is a generation of multitaskers, and they can juggle e-mail on their blackberrys while talking on cellphones while trolling online.
... and working a part-time job. and volunteering. and grad school applications. don't think that our multi-tasking is so limited, dammit.
they want to work, but they don't want work to be their life.
oh.
really? crap.
despite my best efforts to the contrary, work has become my life. that is, when grad school applications are not my life. and here is the difference between the two:
at work, i have constant feedback: you are late on this, this needs to be rewritten, this piece has a lot of typos, do you do anything worthwhile in your office? as for grad school applications, i have turned in about 17 damn applications - all with typos and mistakes - over the last 3 months. and have heard nothing.
until today.
ladies and gentleman. today, i was offered my very first invitation to interview at a business school. granted, it is only at this little-school-in-boston-that-no-one-has-ever-heard-of- that-begins-with-an-h-and-ends-in-arvard. but whatever school it is does not even matter. what matters is that someone out there must have taken pity on me after reading about how crappy my monday was. and offered me an interview. because its not like they are going to accept me.
they also believe in their own worth, says the article.
well, okay. but they were right on the other stuff.
(the rest of the mildly interesting article - and i stress mildly - can be read here: http://www.usatoday.com/money/workplace/2005-11-06-gen-y_x.htm)
Oh my God, how has no one responded to this? You should TOTALLY go to HBS. I was there yesterday (for work--not smart enough to be a student) and they have things like leather couches in the hallways, computers aplenty along the halls, just in case, and flat screen TVs lining the walls. And the TVs aren't even there for a good purpose--they scroll the day's events. Like, every seven steps there's a new one. Do it up, Debbie...do it up. When I grow up, I'm going to live there.
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