After a hell of a long hiatus from my much-loved, much-revered, highly intellectual and life affirming blog (haha…ha), I’m back! Possibly only for one more entry, but HEY am I better than EVER! Wait no, that’s a massive exaggeration. I’m actually a lot rustier than ever having left my job as a writer nearly 6 months ago before starting another one that mainly consisted of chatting a significant amount of rubbish in countless under-prepared meetings (my bad) in cooly-lit offices in East London and hoping nobody noticed, and finally then sacking all that office-based malarky in to join the army and wait tables in the process. Sound logic right? Right.
After much self-reflection (probably about an hour sat in an over-priced cafe somewhere ignoring my military history revision*) I’ve decided my recent career-path rejig-ment (definitely not a word) isn’t PURELY, 100% down to the quick, snappy and excitement-seeking decisions stereotypical to my generation. But Jesus, it probably counts for a lot more than I’ll let myself accept. I’ve already written far too much on this subject than you’ll care to care about, but it turns out that most of that bullshit written by Guardian-approved journalists about our desire to make bolder, brasher, braver moves in the workplace might just be about spot on.
Ahhh the 20-somethings of today. We’re hasty to make decisions; we get bored; we don’t want to do what our parents do; we’re broke all the time (and I mean ALL the time); we’re obsessed with the 90s and are already getting way further behind technology than we’d care to admit; we can barely get our heads around what we’re doing next week let alone next year and we are the least satisfied, most spoilt generation around. We’re the brats everyone wants to market their shit to whilst also being the most clued-up lot who can spot a marketing ploy in a heartbeat. We are the Gen X/Y/Millennial supergroup that everyone (including me, right this second) loves to generalise and we don’t want to grow up.
Or we do. But just somewhere different and challenging instead… like, say, the army. Or that other company you’ve always wanted to work for that won’t treat you like an office slave, that offers free cake, free drinks and a multitude of new friends. Whatever the next step for any of us, I’m thankful to have grown up a part of this exciting, brash, slightly confused generation who thinks for themselves and doesn’t accept the old norms.
So wish me luck and I’ll wish I was you next time I’m dragging myself to the gym before a double shift at work (violins, plz). Go forth and realise your dreams fellow Milennials, just make sure they involve less sweating than mine cause hot damn it really ain’t that pleasant every day.
*JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING official army people – I’ve thought about this since I was a teeny tiny babe and have always wanted to be a part of the services. Promise.