I remember just before I turned sixteen, my parents called me downstairs to let me know that my national insurance card/number had arrived, and with the official notice now from the government that I could go out and start working, I decided it was time to start earning the Ps. That summer, I threw together a CV and started dropping it into every job application I could find – from Next, to New Look, to Superdrug, to Boots – I let them all know that I had officially arrived. I figured – how hard could it be? I had gotten my GCSE results, achieved almost entirely A*s across the board (and my CV listed out every subject and every grade at the time). What else could they want from a 16 year-old, other than that?