The other day he approached me for some interviewing advice. As a junior in college he wanted to transition from his longtime kitchen position at the local Italian joint to something more office oriented. I reviewed his resume, ran through the basics of the discussion dynamics, and gave him some tips on salary negotiations in case the conversation went that far. Feeling confident, he headed to the meeting.
I called him the following day to see how things went. He sounded dejected so I asked what went wrong.
“I don’t get it,” he said. “Things went pretty good. We finished talking about the old job, the new position and what I wanted to do with my life long term. Then for some reason he asked me what I made.”
“Well, what did you say?”
“Pizzas, guy. What else?”
I patted his cheek as only big brothers can and left him to reflect on the question. Maybe captain of industry is a stretch, but at least he well never stave.