Earlier this week I went to visit a client in a "hip" city.
I'd met with the directors, who were a little younger then me. I then wanted to get a feel for the business, so asked the directors if I could spend some time with their staff - to see first hand how the business works, without the directors' spin.
I think the oldest member of staff was 28. Most were in their very early 20s.
They were incredibly polite and attentive. Offered coffee, snacks, comfortable chair etc. I thought great.
I had to nip to the loo at one point.
That's when the illusion was shattered.
I overheard this conversation:
"Who's Santa Claus?"
"he's from the bank, he's lovely, just like my grandad!"
I'm b***** getting some Grecian2000 and a beard trimmer this weekend!
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