Young adults born in the 1980s and early 1990s leaped out of nicotine- and alcohol-free wombs to be deemed geniuses every time they passed a test, awarded trophies every time they caught a ball and tucked into comfy car seats on the victory ride over to their favorite sushi palace. They took groovy public-service internships at an age when their grandfathers were sweating on assembly lines or being shot at by Nazis, lived with their parents until they were 28, then proceeded directly to their shrinks for marathon weeping sessions every time they messed up a project at work. They're as soft as pudding, and they know it. The Greatest Generation didn't need triathlons or X-treme skateboarding.
"Soft as pudding", pretty funny that. Might help to explain why it's hard to find guys willing to tough it out in the boxing gym. It might also help to explain the state of education.
And speaking of education, I signed my new contract the other day but the courts have declared it illegal. Seems that you can't actually have a contract stating we can change your hours or working conditions as we see fit, and you're still going to get the same money, regardless.
Weekend's here. Cut the grass, go to the gym, build a barn, repeat.
Enjoy.
2 comments:
Good point but I am more of a jell-o kinda guy!!
There always has to be an exception to make the rule. Of course, there is Jello-O pudding. I just thought the article was pretty funny because I've been saying the same thing for quite a few years, just not as politely.
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