For some time now, I have been asking about and applying for jobs.

I’ve worked in the summer holidays, and for a wedding catering company, but since the wedding season is coming to a close-I decided that I needed a term-time job.

I decided that having waitressed before, a job in a restaurant would make sense. I applied for a job online, and within 24 hours I’d been given an interview and trial date at a local restaurant.

At this point, all was well. However, after my interview I considered what I had been told – the lady interviewing said she ‘had no idea’ how much I would be paid per hour, but after a couple of months I would expect a work a 12- hour shift every other Saturday, and an eight-hour shift on the Saturday in between, including six-hour shifts every Friday.

Before my trial began, I idly began to wonder whether this was legal.

But I had little time to think before I was running around and being shouted at by the chef.

I couldn’t believe my ears when the staff started saying, ‘Oui chef’.

It wasn’t the term chef, I know that’s perfectly normal, but Oui? Really?! Shortly after that, the head chef started telling a fellow chef who was pregnant that she was a ‘fat *****’.

I knew I wanted a Saturday job to earn money, and that it was, I eventually found out, reasonable pay, but I drew the line here.

I don’t want to start a regular part-time job for someone who doesn’t respect his employees, and I was frankly horrified that he could be so vile to any other person, let alone people he spends so much time with.

It made me wonder about what life is like being stuck in a dead-end job as an adult, and I can only hope that I would have the strength of character to walk away and find something better, regardless of the consequences.

I don’t think there can be many greater hardships to endure than to be unhappy for however many hours a week.