" Dear youth in the office: I, too, belong in this group. And, I, too, have felt your frustration. I've held various occupations since I was 16, and I've pushed paper in Dilbert's office. I struggle between not feeling on track to achieve my full potential and a reality check. If I may make a suggestion that would provide you with a fresh set of eyes, it would be this: ...
Sit in a "real" diner. One that Jonathan Gold would never been interested in visiting. Perhaps one in a struggling small town. Take a seat, look into the kitchen and observe the hourly workers prepare your meal.
Breathing in fumes and lard day after day in hairnets covered in grease...Then observe them when they clean up at the end of the day. Rinsing the kitchen mats, rinsing other people's food off dishes, mopping the floor (I used to whine about this). Then reflect on your perspective again. Passion about one's work often comes from being proud of the job you've done no matter what type of work you do. Pride in one's work brings the "joy" you described. Enjoyment in one's work comes with the sense of ownership you get when you give even the smallest paper-pushing task your absolute best effort while biting your tongue. It comes from feeling like you've grown and have crossed a rite of passage. All those people at the top whom I admire and strive to emulate have had to "do the dishes" at some point in their lives. It's a prerequisite and a rite of passage for anyone on the path to achievement. Best of luck to you. Onward!"
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