Last Saturday at the USD alumni banquet, the man seated next to me asked, “What do you do?”
I told him I help large companies improve employee performance, and that I especially enjoy coaching and training Gen Y. He gave me a puzzled look. He had never heard of Gen Y, and wasn’t aware of the intergenerational dynamics of the workplace.
Then his wife chimed in: “I raised my son to call me by my first name.” Big pause. Now I don’t want to imply that a fight broke out — it was an innocent comment on her part. But clearly we were on different wavelengths. I would no more call my parents Jim and Judy than I’d call my bishop “Bob.”
So I’d like to hear from you: What did you call your parents, growing up? What do your kids call you? How about your kids’ friends?








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