My worst job.

At 14, Warhammer 40K addiction drove five months of chicken-farm work, funding roughly £1,000 in hobby purchases. The work meant 5 a.m. starts, foul air, contaminated eggs, bare hands, and dangerous conveyors that crushed his mother’s fingers. When barred for being under 16, he sold armies and painted miniatures for friends, but those friendships ended after secondary school.

Shifting hobbies and vanished friendships mark an early pattern of intense investment followed by abrupt disengagement.