I am an exodusing millennial, and each day I become more annoying than you could possibly imagine
If you think back to the ebbing days of the pandemic’s first year you may remember the sudden appearance of the “millennial workplace exodus”. Millennials were exiting the rat race en masse for largely unknown reasons, we were told, with all the speed and grace of one of those Nascar disasters too horrifying to host on YouTube.
This was distinct from but related to the “burnout epidemic”. It probably shared DNA with the equally buzzy “hustle culture”, and in a shadowy high-security room somewhere at the New York Times I’m sure there’s an upsettingly busy conspiracy board routing a thick red line between it and its more recent accomplice, “quiet quitting”.
