I threw myself out head first into the world of work and started my new job today. Rob kindly walked me to the shop and the woman sent me straight to work as soon as I'd stepped through the door. It's basically cleaning trays and dishes, sweeping the floors and work surfaces and arranging buns.
"Use your initiative," the woman said and pretty much left me to it. I respond very well to orders. If someone tells me to jump, I jump. But if someone tells me to do what I think then I'm left standing there like an idiot. I spent ten minutes wiping a very clean floor as I seriously couldn't see anything else that was dirty in the room. Maybe I'm blind to dirt or something. I learnt how to stick my hand into a bread machine and feel around for crumbs though. I'm sure that will come in handy in the future. Knowing how to do that, I mean.
I was there for two hours and only when the room was blinding customers with its cleanliness and my hands were soggy from so much washing up, I was allowed to go. It wasn't too bad really. I'm overexaggerating about most of it so all in all it was ok for just under £3.55 an hour.
I'm a working woman now. I'm sure that extra £30 a week will get me very far in life.