Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Entry 19: Making the Millenials Stay



Making the Millenials Stay

My mom has always been a highschool teacher for as long as I can remember. She has spent decades in the same school. At present, she can still say she's happily employed. I could not imagine myself in her shoes though - perhaps, nor can people my age.

After graduation, I jumped into three jobs within the same year. Thousands of yuppies share the same story. Notre Dame Colleges Online Program found that 91% of Millenials, those who were born between early 1980s and early 2000s, expect to stay in a job for less than 3 years.

After three Christmas parties, yuppies resign. Pretty gutsy?

Who can blame them? The odds are statistically in their favor. In fact, studies show that one third of Millenials can find a job in less than a month! If a young professional finds reasons to resign, there is little chance he or she will stay unemployed for more than a month.

Because of this, employers look for ways to break the three-year resignation timeline. They've been racking their brains for strategies to keep their yuppie employees.

As a yuppie myself, I think I have a simpleton yet true-to-the-core answer: value and growth.

First, Millenials need to understand the value they bring into their work - not just for the company, but for the community, their stakeholders, and their country.

In the Philippines, the BPO Industry stands as the catch basin for many yuppies looking for a job. While the BPO world offers exciting and fresh solutions to old world problems, the nature of BPO work is routinary. Baby boomers and Gen Xers may have been fine with putting up with routine work but the Millenials lack such tolerance.

Millenials embrace change, enjoy updates, and prefer newer versions. They learn faster and get bored easily. Hence, when office work turns into clock work, Millenials look for reasons to stay. One good reason to compel them to stay is to make them see that behind the fabric of clock work is an intricately woven output or service that benefits (1) people, (2) communities, (3) or the environment.

Sure, it's convenient to pull up old tricks: raise their salary or add more benefits. But that won't work in the long run. Millenials are "new dogs". Old tricks won't sustain them

Rather, I suggest internal motivation. Fire up the Millenials' drives by opening their eyes on their value. Show them how much value their work brings and how much MORE value they can bring if they grow WITH the company.

This brings us to my next point: Growth.

Grow the company, institution, business, or what-have-you by growing the people. Millenials are all for "level up" skills, knowledge, and expertise. Give them that leverage and they will be like smartphones - ever inspired to be better every second.

This is my message to the employers on why you need to keep the Millenials: This is the generation that will define the flow of the century. It would suck to know that you've had the next Steve Jobs or a Social Media genius under your wing AFTER you approved his or her resignation letter.







Monday, June 10, 2013

Entry 18: The Better Choice



Project Year 24 Day 28: The Better Choice (June 3, 2013)

Often, lunch hours are spent with my two colleagues picking on me. In many ways, they make me feel like I have bully elder brothers (i.e. Kuyas). Not having a brother sucks. That's why the comforting feeling of having quasi-elder siblings makes up for the occasional moments of being a prey. For lack of creativity, let me call these colleagues, A and G.

Today's bullying topic is about my pick on who to marry or choose as a life partner between hypothetical Dude 1 and Dude 2. To be more specific, here's how these dudes were described to me:

Dude 1: Presentable and is not fortunate in all his business ventures (hence, good-looking but broke); and
Dude 2: Homey and owns a duck farm, which A and G so fondly call "itikan" (hence, homey but loaded).

In essence, probably A and G just wanted to prove a point that women often pick men who are financially stable for practical reasons. Had we been in the 1950's, that point could have won in court. In this age, though, that is no longer a popular battle.

Women marry late, lead companies, go on battle fronts, and drive trucks. Most women today do not need men for sheer financial stability. Nothing has ever been more apparent than that since the 1990's. While that is a glorious thing for the female population, it is slowly becoming a bane for men.

In many instances, I have seen men who found it hard to rise above their egos when their female partners earn more, fight harder, and drive wicked wheels. While this may be a trivial concern, in the long run, this is going to be a cancer that will ruin a man and a woman's relationship.

Why do most men find it uncomfortable when their female partners have higher paychecks? I am no male, thus, I cannot speak on their behalf. The best that I can do is to theorize.

My hypothesis, just like yours (probably), is that the male ego is caught in the status quo. Society expects fathers to provide for their families, eldest son to take over the family business, men to be better drivers, and so on. Essentially, society defines the alpha male. In return, men probably want to "meet" that definition.

Therefore, I have high respect for men who have found their way out of this antiquated status quo. I applaud men who are not burdened by the idea that their partners may be more successful than them in terms of career, finances, educational attainment, or skills. This just reflects how secure they are of their own strengths and that they are happy for the accomplishments of their female partners.

This should not be an excuse, though, for blokes to just watch their ladies bring home the bacon. That's not commendable, that's irresponsible. Rather, I urge men with powerful lady partners to use the fact as their motivation to succeed further.

The bottomline is, "men and women are equal". If the girlfriend or wife is the head of the company and the husband is still just a manager, then, it's time for him to pick up his pace. If the scale is not balanced, it will tip off.

Most women today no longer just pick who can save them from the dragons. Rather, they choose those who will slay the dragon with them, side-by-side. 

Therefore, between Dude 1 and Dude 2, who is a better option? Trick question. Just like how exams usually go, "not enough information to arrive at a conclusion". In this case, the better choice is not to choose at all.

Entry 17: Everything Nice



Project Year 24 Day 23: Everything Nice (May 29, 2013)

A friend of mine gave me a mix called, "Everything Nice" by DJ Toons. I am a nube for EDMs and I don't really party as often as I should to be familiar with house music. 17 minutes through the "Everything Nice" mix, though, I knew I was inlove.

I started downloading EDMs and researching about DJs. Hardwell is at the top of the list I got. Dated as these may be, I got hooked on Silhouette, Alive, and Clarity.

EDMs have a way of recreating songs, bringing them to different platforms, and transforming them to elevated art. To me, EDMs have an eclectic allure I can liken to plain clothes turned to couture.

Yet what I like best about mixes is not the allure or the surreal trance the music brings. Rather, I appreciate the genius of the timing. The point of the mixes where the seamless transition of beats and words "appear" are always my favorite parts. In EDMs, I believe the base of the art lies in the timing. 

Coincidentally, what I admire is also the same thing I lack.

I lack perfect timing. My ex used to criticize me for this: I say the right things and correct points at the wrong time. He was right.

Timing makes even the most painful words hurt less. I realized that line after zoning out with "Everything Nice". Not all the snippets from the songs used were the songs' best parts. However, with the proper placement into the mix and the right timing, the existence of the snippets were given justice.

From this point on, I'll be consciously working on my timing. Who knows, if I do well, I might  be able to mix my take of "everything nice".

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Entry 16: Somewhere Only We Know


Year 24 Day 8: Somewhere Only We Know

Yours truly has a weird habit of looping songs for hours, days, and sometimes, even weeks. Last night, I watched "He's just NOT that into You" (2009). Towards the end, Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know" played. It triggered my wire for obsession. It was an eargasmic narcotic. It could probably be the hypnotic melody or the poetic chorus. Probably, both.

Whatever it may be, it got me wanting to break my heart to pieces again. That way, I'd have proper catharsis listening to the song.

"If you have a minute why don´t we go/ talk about it somewhere only we know? / This could be the end of everything./ So why don´t we go/ somewhere only we know?"

You know how melodramatic ladies dream of a mind-blowing date or a sweeping romance? Well, I'm not one of them. I'm an under-wishing nerd. I just hope for a proper goodbye. The kind that makes sense. The kind that puts a nice ending to a well-written novel (or short story, perhaps). I just wish for a nice, logical, drama-ridden goodbye, or so I thought.

Today's life cherry is this - I am not going to get a proper goodbye. Today, I stop waiting or wishing. I need not to anymore. Let it be known that I am saying (typing) this with a smile.

Also, if, someday, I do finally go "somewhere only we know", it's not for adieu's but for hello's.Cheers to the creator of DNAs of optimism.

This has been a beautiful Day 8! Good night. :)

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Entry 15: J.Cuppacakes, a 45-Minute Foot Massage, and a Chick Flick



Year 24 Day 1: J.Cuppacakes, a 45-Minute Foot Massage, and a Chick Flick

What else is left to say? The title's a spoiler. I had a foot massage, ate a salted caramel cupcake, and capped the night off with a chick flick.

I thought I had a lot of things to say today. Yet after a wondrous foot massage, serving of blissful sugar, and an hour's worth of no-brainer flick (She's Out of My League - 2010), I am just robbed with words. Everything I did this fine Tuesday is plain gay (no offense, LGBT). All three activities have Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles" soundtrack written all over. Even my skirt screams chick flick. Yes, I took a picture (while I was waiting for the elevator).

So I guess, I have unconsciously pampered myself midweek. I'm not sure if I deserve it but it felt nice nonetheless. I'm big with celebrating milestones with cakes topped with sugar or something pretty. Yet at times, there need not be grand, external reasons to deserve some pampering. I should be reason enough.

The calendar dictates the year starts with January 1. Well, not for Year 24. It starts with the realization that I am worth celebrating everyday of the year. =)

So today's life cherry? A happy, pampered memory of "me". =)