It’s Okay To Work Your Hours

Or, why you shouldn’t sell your time like Five Guys sells its fries.

Photo by Lum3n

When I was thirteen, I was paid £3 an hour to wash pots and pans in a pub.

It was a hot and dirty job. More than once the industrial detergent desiccated my hands. But I was young, and trading three sweaty hours for £9 was well worth it.