Meet Gen Xer. Trying to predict how he will come dressed
for work is like trying to forecast the weather for three weeks from
Tuesday! It’s impossible. One day, he’ll walk in clean-shaven,
wearing a suit and tie, his Kenneth Cole briefcase in hand ready to
meet with the “big client.” The next day he’ll strut into the office wearing a Dave Matthews Band t-shirt and jeans. Schizophrenic?
Yes. Disrespectful? No. He just doesn’t see the point of dressing
up to spend a day alone in his cubicle.
He starts his day with an all natural Echinacea tablet
and green tea. His work space is perfectly in balance according to
his Feng Shui manual and a “Save the Rainforest” poster
hangs just behind his laptop. His slacks are weighed down with a Palm
Pilot, pager, cell phone, and sports ticker, each in its own plastic
holster. He no longer writes in standard English cursive but rather
in Palm graffiti.
If Xer has to attend one more meeting about a meeting
about a meeting, he is going to slash every Successories poster and
throw the boss’s mission statement out the window. He is a family
man and has no problem postponing a meeting to see his 5-year old daughter
play her first t-ball game of the season. Xer dreads the company picnic
and is waiting for the day the annual get-together is replaced with
personalized gift certificates. He roams the halls calling everyone
from the intern to the CEO “dude” out of friendship, not
insolence. Xer often bombards co-workers with questions about everything
from internal politics to products in the lunchroom vending machine.
While his business books gather dust on the shelf, he enthusiastically
pages through magazines: Fast Company and Wired. Although he prides
himself on being ultra-techno-savvy, he continually looks out the corner
of his eye at the incoming Millennial who has taken every tool on his
techno-tool belt and rolled them into one device smaller than his tin