Dear Millennials

Dear Millennials,

It’s graduation time again, which means lots of unsolicited advice from random strangers. But mine’s different! I hope.

I’m not here to lecture you about laziness or entitlement, because I know you aren’t either of those things. In fact, I am one of your biggest fans. Just like every generation before you, you’ve been lumped in a group that only represents two percent of you, so I am not talking to the two percenters.

Instead, I’m looking at you: the adopters of new technology, the hard workers, the frustrated ones, the kind and compassionate ones despite a world that has showed you little of both. By now, you will realize you’re fighting an uphill battle. The world of your parents and grandparents is long gone, and there’s only so much you can do about it. Life is about to get super real, yo.

Unless you’re in one of those odd groups of people that knows exactly what you want to do and have been working toward it your whole life, you have come to the frightening realization that you have no idea what you’re doing or where you’re going. The clock starts ticking now, and no matter how many people tell you, “You can always go back to college”, the reality is that isn’t as true as you would hope. College is expensive, but life is more expensive. Unless you can live at home with your parents for another four to six years or come into a lot of money, life will get in the way.

Not everything is all doom and gloom, though, and I’m living proof of that. I had to leave college when life got in the way, and nearly 20 years later, I’m doing what I love. It wasn’t a fun road, and there were a lot of missteps. But I made it and so can you. Good things come to those who work their butt off. It just might take longer than you would like.

  1. Don’t Settle

    Don’t ever let anyone tell you that a job is just a job, and in the end, as long as you’re getting paid, you should be happy. Fuck that shit. Seriously. Your feelings matter. Rich people aren’t happy because they have money, right? Well, same thing here. Sometimes money doesn’t matter. Sometimes you can live a fulfilling life with barely a dollar to your name.

  2. Don’t Let Others Judge Your Worth

    You owe no one anything, and vice versa, no one owes you a thing. Spending a life worried that you’re not doing as well as the girl you sat beside in AP History will lead you to chronic unhappiness. Just remember that no one looks like they do on the surface. Especially the head cheerleader, Prom (or Homecoming) Queen, or the quarterback.

  3. Interviewing Skills are Sometimes More Important Than Actual Skills

    Every business professor and teacher out there will tell you the resume is the most important part of getting a job. It might be true, but the resume is also bullshit on top of layers of other bullshit. If your skills on paper get you to an interview, then you have only won a quarter of the battle. The interview takes up 50% of your success, with the last quarter falling to references. So bone up on that. Check out the multitude of interview questions available on the internet. Prepare your stories, work on your charisma, and make the recruiters see your worth. Every company has a different kind of interview model, so be sure to ask about how it is graded. Be prepared and smash it out. With that being said…

  4. There Is Always Someone More Suitable Than You

    When you are certain that you are the best candidate for a position, push that shit out of your mind, because you most definitely are not. All this means is you gotta sell them on why you are better. Convince them that what you might lack in skills, you will more than make up for in attitude. Because every manager will confirm it, knowledge can be learned. Attitude can’t.

  5. Never Undervalue Your Skills

    If someone says your degree is obsolete, ignore the hell out of them, because nothing is ever wasted. Except maybe a classics major. (Honestly, what were you thinking?) In my office, I’m known as the Excel guru. I’m not. I am soooo not. I know some stuff, but everything I don’t know I look up on Google. I tell people this all the time. I fake it til I make it, basically, but this is still considered a skill. You know why? Because I know enough to search the right thing and implement it to suit our needs. That Intermediate Excel skill turns to advanced in their eyes. The same could be said about absolutely every other skill. If you’ve worked in hospitality or retail, whether you accept it or not, you have conflict resolution and negotiation skills, and I’ll bet damn good ones too.

  6. “Grow Your Brand”

    If ever there was a corporate phrase that matters, this is the one that you should focus on the most. Working hard sometimes doesn’t matter. It’s about how you present yourself. The more people know you within a company, the more likely you will see some success. It takes a very long time, so just remember this: don’t get too discouraged. Use that frustration to fuel your career rocket. During your company life, you will see undeserving people move up. It sucks, but you know what? The reason it happens is because they network, they stand out, they don’t undervalue their skills, and they interview well. Be that person. As long as you have the right attitude, you will get noticed.


You’ve got this. So get out there into the real world and kick some ass!

Lunch Break

Aw, lunch. The best time of the day. I get to sit on the playground and read while I eat my sandwich (or if I’m lucky, fried okra from the cafeteria). My friends don’t share the same lunch period as I do, so I find my little patch of ground and enjoy the quiet. No one is around to bother me or call me names or point out the traits which mark me nerd (my glasses, my big nose in a book, my shyness).

Nope. None of that. Just quiet time.

The breeze is nice out today. I look up from my book to take in my surroundings and see a boy running straight towards me. I glance over my shoulder, but I see no one. Turning back to him, I notice that his eyes are fixed on me.

What is he doing?

I put my head back down into my book and try to ignore him. But I can hear his footfalls. I know he’s coming.
What’s happening!



I look back up, and now I’m certain he’s coming for me. What do I do? Oh my gosh! What do I do?!

I drop my book and bound up and away. I run. As fast as I can. I don’t bother to look behind me. I know he’s there. There seems to be a moment when I can hear his breath. I can smell it. I feel it on the back of my neck.

Ack!!

It goes on for what seems like forever. I duck in and out of the equipment and make a full circle before racing back to my bag to run back in the school.

Once I’m inside. The jeers start, but I don’t even hear the words. I’m puffing and shaking.

I remind myself, “You’re eleven! Grow up and settle down.”

I collect myself and head into the gymnasium to finish my reading before the bell rings.
The next day’s lunch is a nightmare too. I tell myself I won’t run. I’ll just stay sitting on my patch of earth and demand to know why he’s chasing me, but when he gets close again, I run again. My mom tells me that he chases me because he likes me, but that sounds ridiculous! What kind of bs is that? That sure is a funny way of showing someone you like them. Besides, it’s not like we’re little kids anymore.

Now we’re running again, and all I want to do is tell him I don’t want to run. I don’t like running. I don’t understand what enjoyment he gets out of this.

A switch flips over in my brain. I’ve had enough of this crap. Seriously, he needs to know I hate him. I barely even know his name. I think it’s Jay. I’m really not sure. He has buck teeth and untidy hair and smells weird.

It has to stop today. It just has to. I need my nerd time back.

I stop and turn around as he runs straight at me. He stops just in front of me, but before he can even say anything, I react.

My leg raises. I don’t even know what I’m doing. Why is my leg raising between his legs? Oh gosh! I’m doing this. I’m actually doing this. 

Yep! It’s happening.

Crunch!

Time slows. He grabs his crotch, doubles over and falls to his knees. His eyes are filling with tears.

“Stop chasing me,” I say in a whisper as I walk away.

I hate myself, but I love myself at the same time. I can stand up to someone. I did. I did that. I hear cheers and laughs across the playground. Those who see it happen are clapping and telling the person beside them.

I soak up the fame for a minute. I did something cool. It was funny. Everyone agrees. I can be cool.

Inside I want to apologize. I want to walk up to him and ask, “Why?,” but I never do. I never find out why. It gets forgotten by all but the two of us.

At least now I can keep my little patch of earth and no one will ever bother me again. All’s right with the world. Sorta.