Phone calls are a trap. Little good comes from answering them.
No, millennials with rich parents will inherit the Earth.
Literally everything I learned in my high school careers class was useless because the world changed so much because of the internet getting more and more mainstream. Was told to keep calling and asking about applications; nobody actually answers the phone. Was told to collect and fill out applications in person; everyone moved to online-only applications. Was told to dress like I’m going to church for interviews; most interviews I’ve had were group interviews and 90% of the other applicants just wore jeans and t-shirts. Was taught to meet the higher ups so they would get to know me; the higher ups aren’t even on site except maybe once in a blue moon because something went wrong.
My coworker spent 30 minutes trying to find another way to contact a vendor after I told her the easiest way to order the thing she needed was just to call and it would take 2 minutes. I hate calling too, but that’s just dumb. Or maybe I just like efficiency more than I hate the phone.
At work at least I have a script I can follow. I am The Role.
But please don’t make me order a pizza after work hours
We had a new Engineer start, fresh out of college, and he was terrified to call people at first. Now, only a few months later, he much prefers it as a more effective means of communicating.
The youngest millennials are turning 30, what you have there is a gen Z engineer.
So an Engen-Z-er?
I’ll show myself out
It’s why there are a disproportionate number of Mormon CEOs and politicians. They train them from a young age to do missionary work.
You see it would be this mat with conclusions written on it… that you could jump to
Have you seen what they’re leaving us? No thanks.
When presented with a mad max waste land, would you prefer to be on a pole, or driving?
I’m a warboy at heart but I’m getting older and management in gas town is more stable and has better benefits.
Witness you, adulting so hard after the end of the world.
