Professonalism and the generation gap
This story from the New York Times on Gen Y workplace behavior is so timely for me, although the big disconnect at my summer office seems to be more sartorial than electronic. And I'm on the old-and-scandalized side, not the young-and-free side. (I'm about average age among the interns in my group, but in general we're much older than the 20- to 22-year-olds making up the general intern pool.) Here are some of the thoughts I have had about my cohort:
- How can you possibly interpret the dress code as permitting formal satin shorts?
- Are those stiletto flip flops?
- Why are you staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror every single time I come in? How much time do you spend in here? Do you need help?
- Please use capital letters in your next email.
- Maybe the next one then?
- I don't think the fact that you take 7-10 personal cell phone calls a day is as mitigated by your stepping out into the hallway as you seem to think.
- Honey, either get out of the bathroom or I'm calling health services for you.
- Oh please, oh please, stop that painful flirting with each other until I get off the elevator. Oh god, pleeaaasee.
- Asking if that ring on my left hand means I'm married is perfectly fine. Screeching about how weird it must be to be married is not. Quite honestly, I thought marriage was a little strange when I was your age, too -- but I still managed to understand that older coworkers were happy to be afflicted.
The job continues to go wonderfully, though!
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