By The Ginger
I have a confession to make. I’m 21 and have been working at the same job since I left school in 2005.
Older readers might shrug at that and say “talk to me in 40 years” and some grandparent types might pat me on the back for not getting fired in that time.
Mention that fact to anybody of my generation, however, and I’ll more than likely cop a blank look, a slight slackening of the jaw and then the verbalisation of this shock: “What’s wrong with you?”
It’s been said that people my age (I loathe the term “Generation Y”) are far happier jumping from job to job, accruing life experience and sampling as much of the world as they can before their body, liver, bank account, or criminal record prevents them.
To be stuck in a single job, in a single location, for nearly four years is not the mark of success it was in my parents’ generation … More