Who works is not afraid of hunger, and Generation Z is not afraid of anything. That's because they work little, flexibly, and from home. Always present, rarely available, they bring with them an unbearable lightness of existence, freedom of choice, and the slogan: "Life comes before work."
We were raised in a completely different spirit: Finish university. Find a stable nine-to-five job with a secure income. Provide for yourself, for God's sake, for retirement. You don't have to love your job — you just have to live from it. When you're sixty.
And then Generation Z appeared and said: "No fucking way." More precisely, they had the luxury of saying it out loud and without shame. Flexible working hours and remote work.
Meanwhile, a millennial, tormented by a sense of responsibility, wiping away tears, sends their boss an apology email (edited thirty times) about being absent from work because of pneumonia. Generation Z casually sends: "I'm sunbathing, see you tomorrow."
Because, honestly, people — nine-to-five is hard. The good thing is that we millennials, the nerds that we are, learn quickly. And now, instead of crying every Friday, we simply complain about having too much work while actually drinking cocktails and booking vacations.
Generation Z, thank you. We were lost in this new world. We still cry sometimes, but now we wipe our tears with Gucci scarves.