I'd only been at the fab agency for 2 months when I got a call from the Communications Manager of Sheffield Wednesday, the same day I was being interviewed and the day after I had been appointed to run Wednesday's PR and community campaign.
Oh em gee.
The hours got longer, the lunch breaks less frequent and the weight lower. The stress was sky-high and the 7 day working-weeks were starting to grind. 7 days is an exaggeration actually; I was usually done by 11am on Sunday.
Whilst at Wednesday, I got on so well with 2 of my colleagues that we decided to get a house together. Lots of office jokes ensued, including a bet with my superior that I would name a pet after him. (Welcome to Trevor, the female guinea pig)
Anyway, boys will be boys and we survived on a diet of beer, wine and Chicken Tonight. I shudder at the thought of the amount of salt that I consumed in those 8 months.
Also, I defy anybody to have their dream job taken away from them (I won't go into detail) not to binge-eat, drink and cry themselves to sleep.
It was then that I turned to my best friend Nigel, who is a total inspiration to me. Follow him on Twitter (@VootMobile) and chat to him - you'll soon see why. Not ignorant to feeling like his life was over thanks to SWFC, he sat me down and gave me a good telling off.
That night, I went self employed.
I decided to move home to save money (I dropped 5lb in the first week of 'Mum's cooking' diet) and I settled into building a business that I am very proud of.
Age: 21
Marital Status: Single..with a big crush :)
Job: Sole Trader
Boobs: 32F
Dress Size: 12
Confidence: 2/10
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