I started my career in the fast lane of New York, jumping into commercial banking at 18 when a Banking Center Manager came into the store I was cashiering and said, “I see something in you. Do want to work for me?” My inner engine got fired up, I said, “Yes!” and never looked back.
While I didn’t have the skill, experience, or education of those I worked next to, I was determined to outpace their every move. They worked 12 hours, I worked 14. They worked 14, I raised them to 18. It was like high stakes poker. Dry granola found in my desk drawer was frequently coined ‘lunch.’ I took meetings in the car and on the run to ensure there was no downtime. I managed every second of every day, watching my numbers, paying attention to process, and building my reputation—with masses of hours.Read More