A Bird in the Hand
It is said that certain traits — wealth, twin offspring, laser vision — skip a generation. Perhaps that is why the Millenials are reminiscent of the Boomers. The Boomers worked hard, for a time, and now they want their shit. Many Millenials, steeped in this milieu, want theirs fronted.
I was reminded of this recently. I had a position to fill and an existing employee who was a solid candidate for a promotion. He refused to apply. Much like Cousin Eddie, he was holding out for management. Rather than take a better schedule and a nice raise, he was angry about being expected to pay his dues. Perhaps he wanted me to beg, but I’m not that kind of boss. I present opportunities, I may nudge, but the onus rests on the individual. Over the past five years, many of my employees have gotten promotions. Others have moved into bigger positions elsewhere. I’d rather provide a reference and lose a motivated individual than deal with those who are preternaturally content. The content aren’t often great workers.
The millennial wasn’t content, he was just unmoored from reality, from the progression of gaining new experience, building the resume, expanding the professional network. He was sure that he was going to get the phone call with a new offer at any moment.
If someone is offering you money, take it, especially if it involves a promotion. You can continue to plot your next move. If the promotion is beneath you, what about the job you’re refusing to leave? You’ll never make it into management by being obstinate and focusing on the full shitter.