Back in high school, I took a summer job pumping gas at a full-service station. This meant the driver would simply sit in the car as the attendant pumped the gas, checked the engine’s oil level, tire pressure and cleaned the windshield. I only worked Sundays. As this was the slowest day of the week, an hour could pass with no customer. I was brought up that getting paid meant you work—and not paid to just sit.
I pulled weeds during the slow time. My co-worker laughed and even made fun of me. My father was a subcontractor and taught me the value of a dollar, being honest and not to steal. Even if the boss was wealthy and you were paid minimum wage, you have no right to steal. That included time. My co-worker again laughed at my explanation of work ethics.