Funny thing happened in my office the other day. I work with all Gen-Xers, and although I am technically a millennial, I do not associate myself with that title nor do I believe it applies to me. I am 31, born in the middle of the eighties. I grew up in the 90s when technology was just starting to take off. I think I have a great mix of both, but I digress. There is one millennial in my office, Sweet baby at 22 years old. So we were talking about participation awards and how us as parents do not agree with them. Mine and a co-workers kids received them at a recent award ceremony for church and we took them away (yes we’re that mean). Anyway, back to the funny part. We were gathered for a meeting and I had to run to my car, there in between the seats I found my child’s confiscated participation ribbon. Heading back into the office I hand it to my younger co-worker and said “Here you go, I’m sure you have lots of these!”. At first she was happy until the rest of us busted out laughing, and then in true millennial style she got up and said “You guys are mean, i’m leaving”. I told her she should check out the Office of Compassionate Use…She could use the medicine!