I started working at my local chemist a week after my 16th birthday. It was my first Saturday job. I would have signed myself up before that if I had been allowed. I was keen to start earning some money and although I relied on my mum to drop me off, I experienced a surge of independence.
Having a job wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. For a start I had to be at the chemist by 8.45am on a Saturday morning. I then spent hours working the cash register, getting confused about the change and feeling embarrassed about the frilly pink apron I was forced to wear.