I started crying and he said "Oh god!!"
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Even my young guy friend there, who I really like and is a talented, hard worker, takes EVERYTHING super personally. I think younger people are bringing emotions into the workplace a lot more than older generations. They want it to be this nurturing, family-like environment and get disillusioned when it’s not.
@Skyblossom, it’s crazy that these helicopter moms can’t just go to the nearest Starbucks or mall. Why the hell do they feel the need to WAIT in the lobby? There’s a letter on AMA from the past few days about a kid who got a job the one time his mom, for whatever reason, wasn’t able to make it into the building to wait for him. Good lord.
These are really funny. I’ve cried at work. Maybe 2-3 times. (At different work places). It was always about work (frusteration/ feeling victimized). I have a story too, about a work aquaintance in a very large office (100+ people and we had never hung out but did have a mutual friend that i am still friends with.) My aquaintance was crying in the middle of the building, right by the stairs that people need to use after their breaks. Two people were comforting her and I tried to send a sympathetic glance while on my way back upstairs, maybe I said hi. I was embarrassed for her and if it were me I would not want a bunch of attention (because attention would not help me calm down). Apparently she thought I was a terrible person for not inquiring further and complained a bunch about it to our mutual friend. I still don’t quite understand if I was in the wrong there.
We had a young woman come to an interview, and we knew her mom was on the trip with her but not at the interview. (She had to drive several hours, so we were like, OK, whatever). They stuck her with me for a little while in hopes that as another young person, I’d tell her how awesome the area was and make her want the job. And she seemed to be sold, except she mentioned to me that her mom didn’t want her to move so far away and that her mom didn’t like the apartments they had driven by. In the end, she turned the job down because she “wasn’t interested in the field.” We sort of knew at that point that her mom had gotten to her because it seemed unlikely that she’d suddenly change career paths in a day.
She was driving him because he was still in college, hours from home, and didn’t have a car so she went and picked him up and took him to the interview. No family dysfunction. Just a family that fully paid for college so that their kid wouldn’t have student loans and part of that was they couldn’t afford one more car but he has graduated with no debt.
When you are a parent and you are used to dropping kids off for things you get used to waiting around for them to be done so that you can take them back home or in this case back to college. She hadn’t thought about how it would be different for a job interview and that she needed to stay out of sight.
How do you not know that? I recently when I drove my 16 yr old to a couple of job interviews. She has a license, but it had snowed and she isn’t very comfortable driving in the snow yet, so she asked me to take her. For the first one, she seemed a little surprised that I wasn’t going in with her, but even for a teenager, I knew it wouldn’t look good for her to have mommy tagging along. So I waited in the car. And it was cold out there! Lol
I work with a lot of young people in their early to mid-20’s. They are awesome. They are smart, high achieving people who impress me regularly. Some live with their parents, usually for cultural reasons, not financial. Some reach out for professional advice. None have come to me whining about anything.
However they do not get my pop culture references. Sigh.
When I interviewed for the job that brought me to my current city, I brought my mom! Not to the interview, and I definitely didn’t mention during the interview that she was with me, but she did come along and we made it into a mini-weekend away (I’m about a 6-ish hour drive from where I used to live). We drove up on a Saturday, spent that evening and Sunday exploring, and on Monday, I had my interview and we drove back. I dunno. I didn’t think it was weird to do that then, and I still don’t think it’s weird. But, maybe?
