If you’re one of the 3% of people I talk to daily, who actually like their jobs, congrats to you. For the rest of us, the day drags on like a long f*cking trek through the Sahara, but fear not! Things are finally starting to shift.
We aren’t the baby boomers who grew up fighting for the now quixotic “American Dream,” nor are we our parents, happily basking in the comfort of a stable career path, even if it meant puking their guts out at the office, just so that they could spare a few precious sick days and put together a seven day long cruise in the Bahamas, where all they did was sleep and eat lukewarm buffet food with watered down Mojitos. F*ck that.
Us, Gen-Yers, are too creative and determined to be slaves to someone else’s ideas. We hate “corporate America” and will not be told when to pee and went to eat lunch. We are confident and have a lot less f*cks to give them our parents did. We backpack through Southeast Asia and scuba dive in Australia. We are a generation of self-starters, who blog, tweet, write and fundraise our startups from any point on the map.
In a time of instantaneous communication and under insatiable craving for attention, validation and profit, we refuse to pour our energy into someone else’s projects. We’d rather be artists living out of a car in downtown LA, standing proudly next to the paintings of human hearts neatly arranged at our table at the weekly Art Walk, than mindlessly type our days away in cubicles while eating stale bagels. We desperately Chase freedom at all cost. We look up to entrepreneurs like Tim Ferriss and Ramit Sethi, who started from nothing and broke the shackles of “employment.” We admire Gloria Atanmo, a travel blogger/ hustler who supports her lifestyle by writing and teasing our wanderlust with gorgeous photos all the way from Barcelona to Vietnam. We stumble upon articles about people quitting their jobs and working from their “offices” – tropical bars in Kuta, Bali, every day. We are workers, who have the capacity of expanding extreme amounts of energy if needed, but we say hell no to being “employees” in the traditional sense. We don’t want to waste our vital years working, so that we could collapse into retirement 50 years later, our bodies laden with old age diseases and pains, just to realize that we made someone else rich. We want to experience everything and to be successful. And we want it right f*cking now.
The future of the world’s workforce isn’t dragged down by computers, offices and paid holiday. It’s 100% remote, done from planes crossing the Atlantic or villas in Mallorca. And we aren’t employees; we are creative business people marching to the beat of our own drum. There’s no turning back. “Do or die” is our only choice, and be sure that we are on our way to absolutely demolishing bureaucracy and corporate culture.