I was at a social event with a few dozen executive types not long ago, and, as it so often happens these days, the topic turned to the impossibility of managing Generation Z. And not just managing them—surviving their insufferable ways. Stories abounded: the banking intern who informed her boss she couldn’t “get out of bed” for an 8 a.m. meeting. (Murmurs: “Lazy!” “Spoiled!”) The new MBA making six figures at a consulting firm playing a video game on his phone during a client meeting. (“Entitled!” “Rude!”)
Basically, the narrative in the room went, Gen Z is dead to us.
