My first job was as a waitress. I was 12 so I won’t say where it was, as in hindsight, it must have been illegal. But it was a weekend job that progressed to full time and it ingrained a pretty good work ethic in me from an early age.
My first “proper” job that came with a nice salary and a shiny Apple MacBook was one I took in the City of London. It wasn’t a “City” job, though: it was geeky web work that happened to be based in the old Bank of America building on Alie Street.
It was an odd place for a web start-up to call home – our tiny team always stood out in the queue at Pret A Manger. I would look at the suits around me and could see them trying to figure out what work I could possibly be doing in my hoodie and ripped jeans.
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