I was making small talk with a 25 year old I hardly know when he asked what I thought of Generation Y who seemed to be unsure of what they really wanted or seemed to change jobs often looking for that gleaming pearl of a vocation that would ultimately satisfy their mystery hunger that resided in their well fed gut.
My response as a mature adult to this young idealistic man?
"Generation Y? What's that? Around 33 ish and below?
"It's 35 and below to be exact sir."
"They're fucking soft. A lot of dreams, no real fire."
This startled him but surprisingly he looked at me curiously and asked me what made me say that.
"Let me guess - you studied abroad?"
Again a startled look and he now looks at me as if I am a mixture of Michael Jordan and Yoda's left butt cheek.
"How do you know???"
"It shows dude. Dont worry, its not you. Some friends of mine had this little talk and we've come to the conclusion that a lot of guys at least under 33 are insecure and mostly a bunch of mama's boys. It's not your fault. Its just the times. Women are getting more macho than you. Your parents worked decently and they provided everything for you. You can make mistakes and you know at the back of your mind you will have some fall back plan. Thats what probably triggers the reason to job hop in search of what you think is the perfect job. You've travelled abroad so you know there are endless opportunities but you're just not sure which one of it is yours. I come from a small town. We can't even get into universities if we're not Malay (well if you're not the top 30% smartest Chinese or the top 13% Indian of all applicants to the 5 national Us in the country then). We just get working so we have money. Times were different then, the only TV we had was showing government programming, Sesame Street and Happy Days. We didn't think about being celebrity chefs or pilots or travel writers. We just took whatever we could get and tried being good at it."
He kept quiet but nodded his head a little. I dont think it was at my mama's boy reference ( i REALLY need to learn to watch my tongue). "Yeah, you're right in a way..." he said softly.
"So you let me know if you're keen on the job." I shake his hand and leave him to his thoughts.
He seems OK. This impromptu round of grilling showed he was not affected by extreme grumpiness AND he genuinely seemed keen to join our little outfit. We'll see.
He just called. He wants to start this Friday.