Quite liked cashing up tbh.
When I was doing full-time shifts at my dad’s gaff, I wormed my way into doing 10-6 Mon-Fri. The absolute fucking dream. Two hours of cleaning and admin, quick shave and shower, opened at 12, busy lunch with all the old dears who love a fresh faced polite young man, got a spot of lunch around 3 ish before chef fucked off, did the sudoku in the graveyard hours, some banter with the tradesmen who’d all finished work about 4, knocked off at 6, had one of the couple of pints a regular had put in for me, staggered home. Paid cash, weekly. Don’t think I’ve ever been happier in a job.