Deal With It
I read an op-ed recently about how millennials should deal with baby boomers at work that was so patronizing that at first I thought it was meant to be humor.
Here are some phrases that stood out:
What are the best practices for handling their [baby boomers] Luddism and fragile egos?
And don't talk to boomers as if their methods (even the ancient ones) are stupid.
… don't mock their clueless questions.
Recognize that baby boomers have a lot of fear and anger about technology, and tread gently.
…baby boomers love to be heard and admired.
If you are tempted to roll your eyes, carefully fix your gaze on your computer until the feeling has passed.
Seriously? It’s that hard to work with baby boomers. Fragile egos? More fragile than a millennial’s?
This whole business of the generations coexisting in the workplace is getting tired. Young people have been working for and with older workers since forever. The only thing that’s really changed in the last 10 years or so is the large number of tech start-up businesses that were founded and run by twenty-somethings. Unlike generations past, we now have twenty-five year-olds in charge of large corporate entities and they tend to hire employees who are the same age or younger. The products are cutting edge apps for social media or entirely new software products. Once these businesses are up and running, there is often a need for more experienced or seasoned employees to handle certain aspects of the business (e.g. financial, distribution, marketing). Enter the boomers.
To be fair, the author of the op-ed was addressing how millennials in more conventional workplaces with boomer dominated cultures should make an effort to get along with their overlords. But as already noted, this is not a new “problem” that requires advanced training in socialization. Sons and daughters have been working for mothers and fathers without internecine warfare for quite some time now. It has not always been friction free, but on balance, it has managed to sort itself out with few casualties. Soon millennials will be in charge and the next generation will be writing op-eds on how to manage the fogies.
And so it goes.
Jay Harrison is a graphic designer and writer whose work can be seen at DesignConcept. He's written a mystery novel, which therefore makes him a pre-published author.
Early-found peace this morning. Right here – such bliss. I can swim in it. Douse my eyes with it and see anew. Such pleasure. The quiet within. The lack of noisy, hectic, frantic jostling. New-found joy of quietness. Small but not fragile. A kind of strength that has no power to destroy – only to support and to be quietly joyous in.
Relax and the world does not disappear but shines anew with quieter hues – subtle earth tones that shimmer. Not bright, not dull but alive with wonder. Gentleness reigns. Not denial or avoidance of the hectic but living within it. Sublime perhaps is the word. A promise of spring and spring itself. A new awakening with a sense of having been here before. Yes, a renewing process. A remembering. We came away from this and may return. Some regret and sadness for having been away so long. But more wistful than sad. The past is not part of the moment. The sadness is just one of the colors – a jewel tone among many others. A flower in a meadow of flowers, each with its own perfume.
Yes, I remember and so I return. Have you forgotten? Come join me and we’ll go together. Such strength and warmth. No cold here. Only a coolness that refreshes our very souls. Come, no longer linger in this place of over wrought, outdated, punished souls. Slip out of your armor and dance in the meadow. Sob with delight as dew wets your feet for the first time in centuries. Will you come? Please say yes. The pleasure is not meant for one alone. It’s meant to be shared. I want to see it in your eyes to know it better in my own. Come, linger with me where the trees march and the birds know the secrets of the dawn.
This spring that comes into my soul, I know by remembering it. Its gentleness is not confined to poetry or prose. Although we may feel that it is. Facts on a page do not hold it either. It is meant to be felt, to be held with our senses to a depth where senses falter and part to reveal something much deeper. A little known idea – we are the spring. We are the renewal, the return, the fresh air of our own souls. Yes, it is quietly true. There are no banners or horns. There is no celebration unless awe is celebration. We enter noisily and return in quiet. My soul has been quieted by those depths and I am no longer distraught or disturbed. But we can no more linger there than we can on the edge of ecstasy. But we can know it, feel it and return anew.
Please come with me. I would have you know it too.
Pat Young is a former educator who now builds houses, makes puppets (the ones with gigantic heads), and can tell you all about where water comes from and where it goes. And she bakes the world's best biscotti.
The other day we went to lunch at a new place we had visited just once. We could sit and watch some surfers and waves rolling in. It was closed – this is often the case here in Mexico – hours are very flexible. Do not come to rely on consistent operating hours – no matter if they are displayed or you have to ask.
We went to another place. At the other end of the restaurant there were a couple of surf boards leaning against a wall. They had prices written and taped to each. One very colorful one caught my eye. It was a 5 foot 11 inch length board for the low, low, price of 800 pesos (about $50 usd). Those beauties are over $700 usd!
After eating I walked over to take a closer look at the colorful board. This was a Channel Island Surfboard made in Santa Barbara, California – a lovely specimen. It included fins which was noted on the for-sale notice scotch-taped to the board. I am sure Anita thought I was crazy (something she is quite used to). I mean a 69 year old guy eyeballing a new sport vehicle. Is 69 too old to take-up surfing?
But my intentions were related to decorating. We have some tall ceilings and a generous amount of space to add color and even an oddity like a 6-foot surfboard. After all we live at the edge of the Pacific Ocean – lucky us!
I think I have mentioned that we have not painted our stucco’d walls. We opted for color from masks or carpets or how about a surfboard? Yup I liked the idea and the board. I came back to the table with my idea. Anita was non-committal which in her case is pretty much a go ahead.
So I put in an offer of 500 pesos explaining it did appear to be very ocean worthy, but our intentions were to hang it rather than hang-ten in Puerto’s challenging seas. These slabs of designer fiberglass start at around $700 usd new – so it was a low bid. A shot in the dark. The waitress took our written offer on a cocktail napkin – it included our phone number. Did you ever just throw out a number figuring if you got it that cheap – well ok! Where to put it?
No more thought on it.
But, the other day a phone call. The owner was accepting our offer. We would be in to get it – yum another huge veggie burrito was in my future. Oh and an ice cold Corona – going with what works!
Now to figure out how to mount (hang?) the board (we are calling recycled art). More on that when it happens.
John Calypso lives outside Veracruz, Mexico, as well as Puerto Escondido. Back in the 60s, he was a very hip guy living in Hollywood and rubbing shoulders with Beatles and Monkees. Read lots more in his blog, Viva Veracruz and Viva Puerto Escondido.
The thing is, I like spending my mornings with my friends. I like laughing over pictures of their chickens, their dogs, and their cats. I like drinking my coffee while reading what funny, scary, or insightful thing they’ve just experienced. I like knowing they’re okay no matter where they are—the east coast, California, Oklahoma City, or England. I’m not calling this experiment a failure, because I’ve learned a valuable lesson, namely, never apply yourself to anything that isolates you from the people you care about. I fell off the wagon because I missed PEOPLE. Not such a bad thing. In fact, I think it’s quite the opposite.
Besides this, I miss sharing my day with people as well, and the lesson in this is that I need to narrow down my Friends lists without respect to the numbers obsession that goes along with social media. My rule of thumb is this: if I wouldn’t invite them to my home, why would I keep them around online? So here’s the 10 points I’m going to use in my decision-making.
I don’t regard this experiment a failure, because I learned quite a bit in a short time. I learned that life is short and I’m not getting any younger. If logging in to Facebook over my morning coffee keeps me in touch with people I care about and who care about me, that’s not wasted time, it’s time well-spent. One day we’ll all be history. What’s a couple of hours each day if it makes me happy and I can add a little happiness to someone else’s day?
Steph Waller is an author and composer. Books One and Two (With A Dream and With A Bullet) of her rock and roll series, Beyond The Bridge, takes places in late 70s London. Read more at Bucksnort Chronicles and SKWaller.com.
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