Eventually, the events job drove me to go insane.
Really, like actually insane.
I am proud to say that I have left a job in true Hollywood-I QUIT-style. Winner.
So, no job, a bit of podge and an ever-increasing rumour mill surrounding my boyfriend. That was over by July. Considering I spent pretty much 24 hours a day with him for 3 years... I've seen him about three times since. Bonus.
Naturally, I was super duper unconfident.
Anyway, let's go back to January; I landed a fab job at GB Eye in Sheffield, taking full control of their marketing to independent customers. (They sold posters, I marketed them to smaller shops/websites) My confidence was much higher, maybe even a 5, as I was bloody good at my job. Poster sales were through the roof, I met some good friends and I was working at an ace company.
Unfortunately for my waistline, this company just so happened to be next door to the pub and a Tesco Express (mmmmm 650 calorie sandwiches) so, yet again, the size 12s were stretched to full pelt. To be fair, I was trying then. Genuinely trying. I bought salads, I drank water etc etc.
Oh and GB Eye has a vending machine. Bugger.
I then moved jobs to a PR Agency around the corner from GB. The hours were long and the staff were ace. One girl in particular was quite keen to shape-up, so we joined some local aerobics classes. My size 12s were loose. My size 10s were snug. I was happy. Woohoo etc.
Cue a call from my favourite football club...
Age: 20
Marital Status: Single
Job: PR Junior
Boobs: 32E
Dress Size: 12
Confidence: 4/10
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