good luck nixy.
my story is my first day of my first job.
15 years old, decided to work in the kitchen of the sleepaway camp I had been going to forever.
Get there (this is in the country) a day early do to a mix-up by the boss, me alone on the 70 acre camp that I had only ever seen when inhabited by me and about 1000 other people (big camp)
it was spooky, traipsed around, heard some noise, it was a bear, ran back to the building I was staying in, napped, someone came in, one of th people who lived on the lake needed help with a jetski, so I went in the boat (NOT A STRANGER, I had seen this guy around for abotu 7 years) helped out, got some beer, and a BBQ meal, went back, slept, and then next day the hell that is work started.
All the other jobs have been ordinary, show up, introduce yourself, train on the basics, go home, wonder what you got yoursef into.