Whose Time is it Anyway? Or, The Baffling Assumptions of Today’s Workforce.

Let me just tell you, dear readers, I’ve stumbled upon perplexing enigma that has left me utterly gobsmacked. It’s a catastrophe that you wouldn’t believe unless you had encountered it firsthand. The horror of this tale, my friends, resonates in the actions of my employees – those joyous bundles of aspirations and ambitions who’ve convinced themselves they’ve found a work-life balance. Except, promotion time doesn’t read “arrive when you want” and paychecks don’t simply materialize while you’re in your bed binge-watching Netflix.

I’m puzzled, truly. Is there some sort of a secret society that I’m unaware of? One where everyone decides that arriving at work on their own sweet time, without so much as a text or a jolly ‘I’m running late’ call, is their divine right? I swear, it’s like this generation’s work ethic has been flushed down the flipping toilet.

Hang on, correction. At least when you flush something down the toilet, it’s a conscious decision. It’s almost like this generation has simply misplaced its work ethic. Seriously, how do they not care? Where is the panic, the urgency? Have they discovered a money growth potion that fills their wallets while they sleep? Because if they have, believe me, I want in.

How does one manage to play with fire while also relying on it for warmth? How can someone survive, let alone thrive, with this devil-may-care attitude towards work? You know, that thing upon which our survival depends? Has the importance of earning a living, maintaining a good reputation, and showing some good ol’ respect for the time and expectations of others, become a function of dodgy memory rather than a standard measure of responsibility?

To me, it simply doesn’t compute. And the worst part? They see nothing wrong with it all!

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not some sort of a caveman manager who demands workers chained to desks from dusk to dawn. But what I do expect is basic common courtesy. If you’re late, at least have the decency to send a text. I mean, these are the same folks who can’t put their phones down for the life of them. A communication is not a big ask, but alas, it seems too lofty an expectation these days.

At the end of the day, I believe in good old-fashioned hard work – turning up on time, putting in the effort, and respecting the commitments made. Not because it’s a radical notion but because when you signed up for the job, you agreed to be reliable. You agreed to be professional. You essentially said ‘Yes, I’ll do what it’s required to get the job done’. Not ‘Yes, I’ll decide if I feel like getting out of bed and earning a paycheck today’.

It’s downright maddening—absolutely bloody crazy! So, dear entitled employees, wake up, keep that pipeline of communication flowing, and remember: every job is a self-portrait of the person who does it. Make sure yours isn’t a caricature of laziness and apathy. Otherwise, you’re one flush away from a jobless reality.

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