"Time clocks...."...
I was once 'blessed' at Northrop by being 'promoted' from a four person office shared with my team, to one I shared only with a very exalted telecoms switching theory guru.
Gus "worked" kinda sporadically. Whenever a team of the brass hats came frantic to him with yet-another show-stopping emergency to be sorted out. Which he did. Very expertly. Mostly, he "hovered" in between with nothing to do until the next emergency.
So about an hour and a half after lunch, every dam' day - he went for an afternoon stroll (we were in Georgetown, DC) and brought back a premium "hand packed" ice-cream cone ...
Gus has both feet up on his desk, licking an ice cream cone, when MY boss (not his) pops in and makes the grievous tactical error of trying to chastise him over it:
"MISTER Giannopolis! We are paid to WORK here. Not sit on our ass with our feet up on a desk.!"
"For you maybe, little man. They pay you for where you are."
"They pay me for what I know!"
Gus finished his ice cream, made a phone call, handed me a note, says:
"Go see this guy. He's expecting you. There's no future HERE!"
So my new job started with a VERY nice pay rise.
About six months later, I hired my former boss's boss's boss. Former Head of the whole Division that had been shut-down when Northrop SOLD Page Communications Engineers off. Lock, stock, barrel.. and three dozen fewer staff!
One of the many things Gus "knew" .. well in advance of the deal being closed.
Premium-grade ice-cream? Dare not indulge too often, but damned if it doesn't bring a chuckle every single time.... over how it changed the course of my young life .... at just the right point in time!