It hit me during a meeting with the CFO of one of Finland's most respected financial institutions. The clock struck one and we'd already been deep in conversation for two hours. A young lady about my age came in to take sandwich orders, which she promptly went to pick up from a nearby cafe. As she served me delicious smoked salmon on rye, I realized how easily I could have been in her shoes - serving sandwiches in important meetings, instead of in mine - eating a sandwich in an important meeting (but more importantly, adding value to this important meeting).
I have, in the not so distant past, been doing exactly that young woman's job - catering sandwiches to business people. It can be great fun. There's nothing wrong with a service position; what was wrong with my situation is the reason I was doing it. I'm not passionate about serving sandwiches. Though I can appreciate a good meal, I'm not really even passionate about culinary art. The reason I was catering is because I hadn't been charging enough for the work I am passionate about, and the bills needed to get paid somehow.



