Laugh at yourself

So I’m a young adult. A millennial, as Forbes likes to call us people who have these mainstream jobs, own a smartphone and know a thing or two about how a business works. You know, the future.  And this is such an ambiguous introduction to what I actually want to say. Oh, screw it. I’m a 24 year old millennial who decided that today she would wear a skater dress, with sneakers, and a jeans jacket just to show off with the fact that she works in an IT company. Yeeeeaaah, riiight.

Anyway. And this 24 year old girl (girl? woman? I have no freaking clue) just got her hands on the printed “The fault in our stars” novel, because my eyes were getting really tired after reading that illegally downloaded pdf (am I allowed to say that? Too late).

So I get off work and go wait for the tram, because that’s what millennials do on their commute to and from work. (I know about this “commute” thing from Forbes as well 😉 And no, I’m not against Forbes, it’s just a really good source to quote. Ahem).

And I get in the tram after 20 minutes of sweating in the sun and I sit, opening my book. After I read a page, I look in front of me and 2 seats away there’s a girl I know, who is 4 years younger. She’s wearing a silk blouse, with some office like pants, has a pretty impressive statement necklace and an awesome bag. All black, silver necklace. So posh and Vogue-ish. And I’m in my purple skater dress. With green sneakers. Reading “The fault in our stars”. Stable job and everything. Looking like a 14 year old coming back from classes. Didn’t get away much from the nerdy look I had back in high school.

Just realized the title of this doesn’t actually make anyone laugh at themselves. I didn’t even write about tips and tricks. Did it get you to read this? Don’t answer that. Take it as a motto. Whatever. I’m a grown-up. I’m a millennial. I’m the future. In green sneakers. Who just ordered shawarma.




Don’t judge me. 


The real things you need to learn by the time you become 24

Given the fact that a month from now I’ll be celebrating my birthday (*cough cough*), thought I’d give this a go and see how much of a smartass I am at 23. I’m sorry for the use of the word “smartass”, but I’m not in the mood of opening Merriam Webster just to sound impressive and give you such a fake illusion about myself. Moving on. Here’s what you need to know, as I learned things by myself and not from Women’s Health magazine, although some of that crap is sometimes pretty legit. Just sayin`.

Read the freaking news. I mean, just go on Google, click News, and read it. Oh, and learn how to search on Google. I know so many people who have no idea of what to do with Google and how to search for things, when it’s so simple. But this is not a tutorial, though. Just figure that by yourself at least by the time you get out of college.

Do your studies. No comment on this one though.

Know what’s good for you. Meaning body, food, people. Choose well. Make sure you know what you’re allergic too (people included) but then again, don’t forget to experiment (again, people included). Eat your food, learn how to cook, but don’t freak out about it. Unless you’re scared to set your house on fire. Haha, just kidding.

Learn to live by yourself. I mean, no problem if you live with your parents, but get ready to meet the real world soon. And rest assured, you’ll learn how to cook for yourself by yourself. Nobody makes better pasta than me now, I am convinced.

Talking about food, and not only, have some manners. I mean, not everybody’s interested in your breaking-up conversation on the phone during our common bus ride. And also, imagine the “pleasure” of having date with someone who eats like this:



Get out of the country once. I’m not telling you “Travel, you need to see these places by the time you’re 24” and all that kind of blah-blahs in Forbes. No. Go to the neighbor country for all I care, or at least get some international friends. Not the ones that say “I love you” instead of “Hello” on Facebook, though.

Since we’re on the Facebook chapter, be social, share (the news on Google or anything), take selfies, you’re in your 20s. Enjoy it. But don’t duckface. Or do, whatever.

Listen to music. Have your ears prepared for everything, though, you never know what you might like.

Have your signature dance moves. I don’t know, do them at home only or out in the city. But have your thing. It’s fun, trust me.

Don’t have ONE favorite song. I mean, think about it. They’re all either about sex, love… Umm… Yeah, sex or love. I mean, can you really choose? Yeah, thought so 😉

Get ready to be disappointed. Even by friends. That doesn’t mean they’re not your friends anymore though. I mean, get ready to disappoint them back. You shall not be able to avoid it (*read in Gandalf voice*).

Know some movies. I’m not telling you to watch all movies since the history of cinematography, but know some titles, watch something. Think of it as common knowledge. Even “American Pie” has some things to teach you. I didn’t watch it, though. Did I lose something in life?

Have a favorite TV show to watch. Mine is Suits. But then again, Game of Thrones and House of Cards are pretty badass too. Oops, I said badass again. Didn’t find any clever synonyms, sorry. Anyway, you’re welcome.

Listen to your parents. As cheesy as it sound, they’ve been around on this planet for a longer time and check this out: they took/ still take care of you. Be grateful.

Be kind with other people and try to have some empathy. You can be a jerk, whatever creams your biscuit, but that won’t always bring good things down your path. Because, you know, not everybody likes a jerk. Just be decent.

Try to be good at something, even if that means being able to eat a KFC booster in less than a minute (boo yah!)



*cough cough*

Sorry for not giving you the “dare to dream” speech, but you’ve probably heard that one too many times to believe it anymore. I know I don’t.  And for the record, you’re not supposed to follow my lead. For all you know, I could be writing this article and be all like:


Don’t judge me.

The truth about being in your 20’s

I’ve had it with all the crap online about how you’re supposed to act in your twenties and what you’re supposed to do and where you’re supposed to work. Honestly, journalists from Forbes and “marketing gurus” from Neverland, p`lease. Yes, you do have good writing and I enjoy reading most of your posts, but lately I start feeling sorry for myself and for thousands of other 20 years old fellows. I have had it with infographics and slideshares on hiring and firing up to here (imagine my hand going 50 cm above my head, and I’m 168 cm tall, ok?). I have had it with people who have no idea on what they want from an employee in their 20’s. One moment it’s “trips you must take in your 20’s”, the next it’s “get an internship fast or I’ll never hire you”. We just came out of schools’ benches and we try to figure it all out and everyone is bombarding us with questions like “what’s next?” or “how are you gonna earn your living now?” You think we’re not panicked enough, to have that thrown at us? Of course we are. And I’m saying this as an employed girl in her twenties, working in social media. And yes, it’s a job. When people give you the responsibility to take care of their online image, it’s a job (and off the record, to all “PR ladies” out there, please stop saying you’re getting paid to be on Facebook like it’s a big deal, that’s not social media, kthxbye).

So where was I? Oh, yes. I am an employed girl. In her twenties. Who has no idea if this social media thing is going to last for more than another 3 years and how she is going to continue making a living after that. Not all of us are made to be entrepreneurs, some like to be the support in a team, just saying. I remember how much I struggled to get hired after I had my fair share of internships and jobs, plus a “study abroad” semester, things that I have been told matter in a resume. Well, guess what? I tried for two months. Two months! Sent updated and good resumes to jobs that I knew were right for me (I’m not stupid, I know where I stand and what I can do), personalized my resume for the profile they were looking for, got three phone calls back, from companies I either had no idea they existed or which had something different in mind in terms of my job in their office. And all that so that I can have a good life after and during school years (because I’m not done yet, by the way), have a retirement fund for when I get old and unable to work and maybe, just maybe, have a vacation once a year. And I’m 23. And because of all these “you must do this and that” articles of yours I panic and start thinking that it’s already too late for me to have a career. My years have passed. Why don’t you hire a 14 year old that already has his app uploaded on iTunes? I heard there are millions of them. (…)

I understand that when you were in your twenties, things were different and you worked hard to get to the top, that place where you are now. Maybe you even had to work in McDonald’s to pay for college. But if you did, aren’t you supposed to empathize with those who do the same thing now? To empathize with those who were not as lucky as some of us to get an internship or a job and now they have to work at Subway so that they could be a lawyer one day? It doesn’t make them less smart, I’d say they’re smarter because they’ve got it going: doing what they can to STAY in school. That’s what it is in the end.

Plus: what’s wrong if we do not choose to work like that? What if we decide to dedicate ourselves to volunteering or working abroad with short term jobs so that we could travel and see the world? What if we choose to start a family right after finishing college? Is that wasted potential? I think not. The world needs all these people.

In conclusion, in such a bad economy, stop blaming it on us. There are many young and qualified people for your marketing openings. Just admit that you can’t afford to hire and we’ll believe you. The thing is articles like “do this and that” don’t work for us anymore because we already know what to do, but we can’t find a place where to do it. And yes, we do get out of coffee shops and go to work, that’s how we pay rent, among other things.