Considering this is the first point: the author sure thinks he's entitled to an awful lot. Here's my favorite one, a sure sign the author didn't enter the work force in the last twenty years: I had a coworker give one day's notice, as in "today is my last day." Why? Because the company's policy was to walk people out the door as soon as they put in notice. He was concerned his health care benefits would end before his next job was ready to pick them up. The author here seems stuck in the 1950s.I am entitled to nothing.
If I hate my new job, I will not fake my own death. I will give a full two weeks' notice like grown-ups usually do.
Except... A cheap college education. A job right out of high school if you did not go to college. Affordable housing. Affordable health care, mostly paid for by your employers. A job that paid enough for one parent to stay home and raise the kids. Pensions. The ability to retire at 65 after spending 40 years working and not saving like your kids. Public works programs that enriched society as a whole. But the Millennials are the entitled ones, right?I am entitled to nothing.
I was thinking the author was saying "I'm entitled to: Not wait. My time is more important than yours. Have my message heard, even if others don't want to listen. Have my family focus on me at dinner. Feel superior over others. You should accept that I may laugh at you. Receive thank you notes. You will hand write them. Define what is and is not a good use of some else's time. Receive phone calls from my children." Looking through the list again, the "don't text me important stuff" one is annoying. The problem is I call my mom to tell her something, and before I've finished the rounds with everyone else she's posted it on Facebook. By the time I've called siblings, they already know and now I'm the bad guy because they found out on Facebook of all places. Complaining about texting is just the new "you should have told me in person."
This was the reason that I once gave six weeks notice when leaving a job. They walked me out, and paid me six week's worth of pay - plus my accrued holidays. I was willing to work out the six weeks, but I kinda suspected they would do exactly what they did.Because the company's policy was to walk people out the door as soon as they put in notice.
The two week notice was a courtesy to the company so that they can prepare for your exit and give them enough time to hire or promote a replacement. If the company treats you like dirt, however, why are we as employees being held to a standard that the employer won't honor? This guy is a freelancer who has been writing for at least a decade according to the timeline of his books. When was the last time this guy worked a 'real' job? Welcome to dealing with the Baby Boomers.The author here seems stuck in the 1950s.