My father told me, when it came to working, we couldn’t choose whom we were going to deal with. He also told me, that working was not something like shopping, that we could buy things we liked then leave what wasn’t tempting.
That’s how I see that working is not always about passion, but patience.
Not always about being good, but having the attitude.
Not always about ability, but adaptability.
Not always about skill, but will.
My father told me, working is another life-jihad.
Did your father ever tell you anything about working?
PS: If you are an Indonesian moslem, I suggest you this reading: “Kerja adalah Ibadah” by Quraish Shihab.