TOO FAT TO WORK
Mar 12, 2020
3 minutes
Louise Hickson, 28, Luton
As the phones pinged non-stop around me, I dabbed the beads of sweat from my forehead.
‘Hello, how may I help?’ I chirped, faking enthusiasm as I picked up the phone.
Chatting away, I felt the room spin.
By lunchtime, exhausted and overwhelmed, I couldn’t wait to slope off to the shop.
Treat myself to Scotch eggs and sausage rolls.
It was November 2014, and I worked
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