Which classic first job taught you the most about real life?

Heavy bag, cold hands and a dog at number 42. It taught a whole generation to get out of bed on time.

Folding jumpers, counting change and smiling at grumpy customers. You soon learned that the customer is always right, even when they're not.

Friday nights meant long queues and hot oil. You went home tired, with a free bag of chips to show for it.

A few quid, a fridge full of snacks and kids who wouldn't go to bed. Your first taste of real responsibility.

Sunburnt necks and sore backs, paid by the punnet. You never looked at a strawberry the same way again.