The New Generation
After several years and hundreds of wasted dollars I finally found Maya a fantastic swimming teacher. Maya is swimming like a fish! Butterfly, backstroke, dives, flips…the kid is like Flipper on steroids.
So what’s the problem? Well Maya’s teacher is late 90% of the time and the situation is becoming intolerable at best.
Now anybody who knows me can attest to the fact that I HATE waiting around for chronically late people. I especially don’t think I should have to wait 15-20 minutes for Maya’s swimming teacher when:
- The lesson is only 30 minutes long.
- I am paying her $1 a minute.
- I am not related to her and thus I don’t have to be polite.
- She never feels the need to apologize.
“This generation just doesn’t care,” Ali said in response to my tirade. “They think they are doing you a favor by showing up at all.”
So while Ali waxes on about the ungrateful college grad he just interviewed, can I just share my “I walked 20 miles in the snow” story?
Back when I was a new college graduate, I landed my first real job at Paramount Pictures. I made a whopping $29,000 a year before taxes. I drove about 35 miles each way in the worst rush hour traffic you can imagine, and my commute took me 2-3 hours a day!
And yet, with the exception of the day I had a car accident with my dad’s new car (which I wasn’t supposed to be driving) I still got to work on time every morning with a smile on my face. So is it unreasonable for me to expect Maya’s teacher to be on time just twice a week?
I hate confrontation but with my blood pressure rising by the minute I finally had to address things. “If I was late to work every day,” I explained, “I would get fired. So what do you propose as a solution to our problem here?”
“Well I can leave if you want?”
That’s basically all she said. Which led me to wonder – does she not feel the need to explain herself? Is the economy so great that she doesn’t need a job? Is an apology out of the question? Or is it me? Am I just getting old and irritable?
Can someone please shed some light on this for me before I go mad?