Think the skull and bones men looked after me [to a certain degree].
Father and the bank manager at which bank branch I was appointed to first, attended meetings at the same place.
Maybe appointed there by chance, maybe by design so young 'know nothing, school failure' bambu could be shielded from the big bad world of workplaces.
Always helps if daddy is a good buddy of your boss, eh?
It was 1965.
Things were different back then. Married women couldn't work, for one thing.
Bank girls got married, "bye bye, have a nice life raising children".
But, the system was such that a man could work in a career job his whole life, buy a home, car, and support a family on his salary alone.