Ed. Note: This is a post that ran on USNEWS yesterday, except my editor changed the title to “How To Love the Job You’re With.” That’s ok,  she does a great job of editing.  But I got absolute no credit for me, a baby boomer, who likes country music, Elvis, the Beatles and even F. Sinatra, with my last paragraph reference to Lady Gaga, the 23-year music sensation.  I have shoes older than her.

Truth:  I am a dad myself, write a blog called “What Would Dad Say,” have gray hair, and am active in an employment media site called LinkUp.  All of which means I get a lot of questions and comments from Generation X-er’s and Y’ers on job related manners.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love Gen X and Y.  I really do.  But I am not in agreement with all the trend-setting books that purport to know how to manage or lead them.  I have a feeling that most of those writers haven’t led anyone anywhere.

I believe that traditional leadership models work no matter what the age group, business model in place, situation or industry niche.  We can debate that at another time.

There is one thing that I do hear more now from the  younger generations.  It is that feeling or wish on their part to have a meaningful career or to have an impact on others or most commonly said in this version:  “I want to find a job that I can be passionate about.”

Don’t we all, don’t we all?  We all wanted this, but we just didn’t verbalize or articulate it as often or forcefully.  So, when you tell this to your parents, trust me, they “get it.”  And they certainly want you to have a great job and to be passionate about it because they know this is a guaranteed pathway to a happy and productive worklife.

I say “go for it, and good luck.”
But, on behalf of baby boomer parents everywhere, let me share something with you that is a harder advice to give…and even to receive.

Never forget that passion can be found in all sorts of jobs that you know nothing about.  Yet.  For every worker at Taco Bell that you think has sold out or hates it, I can find you another who thinks this is the best job ever.  My belief is that most jobs can be bigger than the people holding them—so, by that definition, one can find passion by trying to figure out how to make this crummy-on-the-outside type job a fantastic career choice.

The real problem it seems to me is when the quest for that passion-producing job becomes something that paralyzes you.  You can never find the perfect job.  Something is always wrong.  It is never quite the thing you wanted.

It’s like having your own raincloud over your head, constantly.  You just know the sun is shining over the next horizon, but you can never quite make the journey.

Instead, you fall into the trap of believing that those with passionate jobs were somehow selected, lottery-like.  You begin to muddle through, hoping for that one person—maybe a gray haired, career advisor type person—to select YOU for this one job.

Even Lady Gaga worked at her “job,” no one picked her off the subway platform and said, “Stefani (her real name),  I want to make you a star.”