As usual, I get my daily dose of Malaysian news from the Malaysian Insider and came across this article about the Generation Y, or Echo Boomers.
Employers are becoming increasingly dismayed by Malaysian’s Generation Y job seekers who generally have a poor command of the English language and lack communication skills, are too spoiled to handle stress, and in a hurry to climb the corporate ladder yet indifferent to the need for experience.
These Gen Y recruits, when compared with previous generations, are also less impressed with job benefits such as medical insurance and bonuses, preferring instead immediate cash rewards for performance, surveys among employers and trade groups have revealed.
Graduates these days come from colleges and immediately want to become managers, without even any experience. You can’t scold them and they can’t handle stress.
Believe me, it’s happening in the medical world too. Young doctors are calling in their parents when they are unable to take leaves or cope with their on-call duties. Doctors who just go AWOL because he/she can’t stand the heat. Doctors who break down easily after “lectured” by the senior ones. Doctors who think quitting is the best option available. So on and so forth.
So why is this happening? I’ve got the slightest clue. Maybe the Generation Y are way too pampered? Over protective parents? Softies?
One of the favorite quotes: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. As the day goes by, this phrase will most likely phase out. Should just change it to: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Don’t stop giving, and you feed him for a lifetime.
Bear in mind that the Generation Y doctors are going to grow older and eventually they’re the ones who will be treating you, whether you like it or not. However, without being able to handle the pressure, how far can one go? Only time will tell.
Where do I stand then? Come to think of it, this is rather amusing. By definition, I’m in the Generation Y category too since I’m born between 1977-1994. And yet, I can’t stand all this utter nonsense.