Jerry Floyd is talking to his grandfather about his new job: 

“It’s terrible, granddad. I have to get up at seven o’clock because I have to catch the bus to work. Because I’m new, I have to make the tea. I have to work hard… I’m only happy at the weekends: I don’t have to work then.” 
His grandfather isn’t very sympathetic: 

“I had to start work when I was 14. I lived in South Wales, and there wasn’t much work. I had to be a coal miner. We had to work twelve hours a day. We didn’t have to work on Sundays… but we had to work the other six days of the week. 

“When I was eighteen, the First World War started. I joined the army. I had to wear a uniform, and I had to go to France. lot of my friends died. We had to obey the officers, and we had to kill people. 

“When I was sixty, I had to go into hospital because of the dust from the mines. It was the only quiet time in my life… I didn’t have to work, I didn’t have to earn money. 

“I retired when I was sixty-five. Nowadays I don’t work and I don’t have to get up early. But I have to live on my pension, and life is still difficult. I don’t feel sorry for you.