Welcome to Yuppy ~ville

Welcome to Yuppy ~ville
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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).

Thank you.
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
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:

Career-limiting-move:
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 Definition
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.

Opinion owned
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.

Survivors
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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What did I post in a Career-Limiting-Move ??  I’ll show you.  Stay tuned.  I may be blogging more if I’m fired.  At least we’ll learn together whether an idea tweeted at a company and its executive a CLM or one with which to get you fired:
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created by @optioneerJM Jeannette Marshall with ZIP ext from MicroSoft

Motherhood: The juggling act of an octopus

MOTHERS: teach your daughters

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As I approach Mother’s Day I reflect upon the very meaning.  Maybe it occurred to me earlier and not realized until now, how a leader where I work and I were talking and it ended up being about being a mother and having kids.  (It is a universal language that only the club members can really understand).

I had asked her what she was doing for Mother’s Day?  (I got a tip from a 20 something near to me whether their culture observed such a day and she said wholehearted yes!!) The conversation took a little turn to find out that she is not only a career woman, she also is an attentive, highly active mother.

Perhaps there is a little Super Woman syndrome there.  That is what happens to a lot of we mothers who hit their 50s :: at some point, and it varies, we exude a breath of relief that our child-rearing days are over and the real fun begins!!

I don’t really think as a tween or teen I would daydream of being a mother one day.  I don’t think I gave it much thought at all.  Most likely it was because my mom was a solid oak tree :: beautiful, graceful, brutally honest, avid reader, and Manners coach.

Interestingly, I had this subtitle and the following excerpt from Mashable https://t.co/E0Ydfg2PHS that I had saved.  I really do have what my stepdaughter calls “sometimers”.  I remember some very important details and facts, then can’t remember where I last had my smart phone, fearing that the battery isn’t drained when I try calling it so I can locate it.  Thankfully, I’ve always been able to recover the missing life raft.

It makes me wonder:: how did we InBetweeners Moms set such a high example for us to live by.  Yes, that is a statement or an opinion.  It is also a realization :: Our moms didn’t have smartphones or email bulletins to lead covert operations on a massive balancing act.  We kids brought home notes, if we were attentive and not forgetful. That is how she would hear about the roundup of volunteers for a school or figure skating event.  My mom always volunteered to drive.  40 years later, that shouldn’t be a surprise looking back.

Among 4 kids of varying interests, we always got to where we should be even if she was late picking us up practically when the doors were locked and the lights were off, because there wasn’t the eminent danger of strangers lurking to snap us up. We were given a childhood that basically meant safety.   We were taught manners, respect for elders (always always Mr, Mrs or Sir), that friends could drop by for impromptu visits that only meant putting a fresh cup of coffee on.

These women, we look up to as mothers set us up for tremendous climbs. They were cheerleaders to their friends or coworkers, but task masters at home.  Teaching us that we should do it right the first time.

These moms created wonder women!  It came to a climax in the early 80s, rising to a crescendo that has  very likely been the last for a number of decades, not since the post war optimism of the late 40s to late 50s, where the children of that era we call Baby Boomers were handed so much on a golden platter.  It wasn’t quite entitlement but it certainly wasn’t scraping like our Millennial children of today face.

Our moms really taught us how to sew, cook, entertain, dress, groom, manners all while trying to be the best in our chosen extra-curricular, whether it was ice skating like me, or otherwise.  We didn’t have any excuses because they just were not in acceptable during our time.  We had immense opportunity, but at a price.  You could venture into new passions, as long as you were dedicated and strove to excel, you continued on and taught to never give up :: all while never neglecting our school or home work or practice with our watchful mothers playing point guard, goalie, bus driver, baker or sewer.

Think of so many moms who become the inspiration for many and the reason others stay out of crime and dysfunction :: by the shear force and willpower of their mothers, sometimes grandmothers or aunts, next door neighbour, coach or teacher.

The supermoms of just a decade ago are riding into the sunset with Millennial children who are off to university, working their way up on a job, and find health and wellbeing a priority.  They recognize the difference between mental health and physical health.  These kids have been protected like any General’s army, emerging to expect and demand the best of anything :: some are even successful at having such high goals.  They tend to obey the same strict guidelines that their moms have forced them to adhere to with added stress of lurking danger, but gracefully rising outside the riff raff or the desperate, not unaware nor  escaping without a few bruises or near disasters.  They’re street smart with a zest for life and a strongly preserved right to their beliefs, their passions, their rights.  Our moms dropped us off, we are home cheerleader, bench mom, medic, taxi driver, successful career women who can juggle like an octopus.

I linger upon the younger mom’s tipping off each finger as to what activities are planned for the weekend, basically only a mere 48 hours.   Then smile now, at all the arsenal of tools these young people have to cultivate, coordinate and conquer challenging schedules and the juggling act of an Octopus.  We may have two fingered to start on email, but recognized the good grace of just having the tools to do so.

Then I digress for a moment and decide that is for another day and maybe more suited for my meanderings Blog :: the important yet barely recognized role of a stepMother.

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone and daughters :: don’t forget your mother!