Someone ells just reminded me of this. In my late twenties I worked (I think it was about three years) as a pizza chef / delivery driver / counter person and so on. It was a very small store so some of us just had to do a bit of everything, I hated it. It had two owners, the first coned the second into buying the place When he realised how much money he was loosing. The second was too egotistical to consider that he might fail to turn the business around, and end up loosing his shirt, which is what happened. He was a crook, he paid us sod all and then was all ways looking for ways to rip us off.
I was pretty miserable the hole time. Most of the other staff were in there 20s so I did not really make any friends, and I think because of the hours I worked I did not have much of a social life outside of work (plus I no money). The staff were all useless. One gye used to role the dough into the shape of a giant penes, and walked around the store with one end of it sticking out of his flies. (If you like pizza, I doughty if this happens in many shops, if for no other reason, because most of them bye in ready made bases. See you learnt something).
There is probably more I could say about all that but I have either forgotten or repressed most off it. I went on to study catering and worked as a chef for six years. (I did not like that much either). Then my health went to peaces and I could not do much of anything for a while.
My advice to the youth of today: Whatever you are doing, be thankful that you are not in the catering trade, because catering is even worse than whatever you are doing. If you are in the catering trade then you probably will not be reading this anyway, because you will have just finished a twenty hour shift, and have to be back to do another one in six hours and just want to get two and a half hours sleep in between (I exaggerate but really not all that much).