As I publish content either written to myself or provided to me to confidentially post, it is imperative if you are of the Millennial persuasion, you may not quite understand some of the slang prevalent during the time which shadows your’s now: the 1980s. Are things all that different? That is a GREAT question to pursue. Are many things parallel to one and another almost synchronized in familiarity, yet vastly so differently.
If you’ve read this far, it must mean I haven’t a huge typo or butchered to help +Gramarly (I think it is available via Chrome – An Alphabet Company, previously identified with Google).
You have earned the right to understand some monumental movements of the 1980s when you consider what many can and have identified with being a Yuppy. It is a unique persona in the folds of history. When we start to identify with the persona stereotype of its decade.
Hello, my name is Jeannette
and I’m a non-recovered Yuppy. I haven’t, honestly, even pursued any help-groups to allow me to go beyond my youth, to merge gently and gracefully with my age.
A Yuppy is an ATT-a-TUDE one has. The odd Millennial, under cover, has tried to invade our inner circle, to only fail and be banished back to their genealogical age, saddened by failure, heartened by at least trying. Thinking maybe if they adopt the EARLY exceptional-achievers philosophy disguised behind the frivolous name, as a decoy, to be called “a Yuppie” banished into the known unified understanding stamped by the universe. Not unlike Rock Star, Nerd (long before “computer” was added), Drama Queen, Baby, Diva, already firmly inked.
To start to immerse you into the world of YUPP-(me)-dom, let me introduce you to two of the biggest sayings of the Yuppy ~hood:
With the assistance of Google, I will minimize this screen, just prior to performing a Google search for “Career Limiting Move” but only after writing my own. To keep the experiment simple and fact-checking ~LY honest.
Wait, better yet.
I have a great example to show you. It is something I posted a little while ago on @Twitter :: ….. see if you can find it and #RT it for experiments sake.
Most career coaches, managers, think tanks, educators would agree that you don’t tell your company anything. There is nothing that you have ever done to remove you from that tiny cubicle, in Dilber ~esque fashion, to the top of the heap at your company to this point. Do not think that any form of grandstanding or headstanding (look at me ~ look at me) behavior is going to do anything.
Unless you are a Yuppy. At career intervals you have tried doing things differently, persevering, tenaciously, focused with the backside of a turtle that allows knives to bounce from otherwise becoming implanted into your back.
They can take a leap a faith of the extraordinary kind. It isn’t anything that you have underestimated, sweat over, tossed and turned over, pondered, thought about for quite some time.
The end of the experiment defines the example: did you get fired for posting such a blatant post? Did you believe in what you said, were you easily identified as the person stating the comment?
If you get fired
Did you at least have an update to the social media, communications, security profiles, proficiency, training hub, EMAIL ALL, Chairman’s Blog to churn conversation about what can and cannot be said about you or you about your company on social channels.
Who is the owner of your opinion? If you include some sort of “opinion my own” on your profiles and bios, does it remove you from culpable restricted behavior?
CLM ::… a career limiting move
If something that you do, equally responsible and visionary, exile you to the basement, far past the file department, renamed to the INFORMATION department which evolved from “information technology” area …. falling several rungs on the ladder towards career success, recognition, compensation which you aspired to, only to stumble and fall bouncing all the way to the bottom of the food chain at your organization.
The Career Limiting Move is something anyone is empowered to do at any time during their working lives to test the theory::… is there any way to turn this from a CYA situation?
CYA: Cover Your Ass
You can only have been a Yuppy if you easily identify with this term. After all, as you were graduating from college and well into your mid-years at University, the economy fell, jobs shrunk, graduate job offers disappeared, evaporating into the only mist being from the tears of the fallen Yuppy.
The Yuppy ~hood founders were crushed by the weight of the world faced upon graduating from High School, jumping straight into College or University, to make your parents proud, while so much of what you grew up thinking meant the world was made up of crumbled down: from the threat of a world nuclear war (defined as “THE Cold War”). We were just getting out of grade school and had to know what an Alarm sounded like from doing exercises and dry runs of a nuclear missile heading our way, what we were expected to do. Any wonder why so many Yuppy were driven, high achievers?
When the stakes are high
What do people do when the stakes are high? What if they climb and climb and climb with people ever-stretching to reach it before it retracts some more? Sure sounds a lot like a Yuppy to me. How about you?
So, if you are a survivor and you have to gamble or reach the highest stake, what do you do? Well, yes. You cover your ass. You work harder. You work smarter. You don’t complain. You “get-er-done”. Early, latest on time.
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