I ran into my nephew and a few of his young banker friends having a drink last Friday. They were giving one of the lads, who had just started his first banking job at a large firm, a good ribbing.
The youngster had been telling them all how nervous he was when he started his new position. Completely new to the banking world, he was quite clueless about what to do in the office, so was carefully mimicking those around him.
The chap also took to heart his mother’s advice about being the first one in the office in the mornings and the last to leave in the evenings. Desperate to make a good impression, the chap did just that.
It seemed to pay off too, as his boss told him to leave at a reasonable hour that Friday, saying how impressed he was with the fellow’s work ethic.
But much to the entertainment of his chums, the lad confessed he felt guilty about the praise. He may have been stuck to his desk but, being new to the job, he was wanting for tasks to fill his time. So while his boss thought he was working hard burning the midnight oil, in fact he was spending his time binge watching Netflix.
Probably not the type of productivity his boss expected!