"Teenagers think they can still work for a future. We know there's no point". A friend sent that to me. So true once you reach your forties. There is no point. None. Zilch. Nada. Slacking, that's the name of the game now. We're Generation Z, baby and proud. Proud to give up. Proud to quit. Proud to shirk. Proud to throw in the towel. Comrades, fellow travellers, hear our call, join us. Always a seat free on the Generation Z sofa