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Being forced to live a lie.

Once when I was between permanent jobs I took a temping job at a vending machine company in their accounts department.
I didn’t expect I would work there for a long time so I didn’t take the job all that seriously. At the end of my first week there, I really wanted to have Friday afternoon off to go to a concert but thought the boss might say no, so decided to pull a sickie. I didn’t want to call in sick in the morning because as I was temping and paid by the hour I would lose a whole days money, so decided to fake an illness halfway through the day. 

At lunchtime, there were cakes for someone’s birthday brought out, so I ate the biggest cream cake that I could see, and then a while later disappeared.  I spent a while in the toilets, and then went back to my line-manager and said I had been sick and would have to go home. 
Here is where I made my big mistake; I said that I must have had an allergic reaction to something in the cake and that it had happened before.
I go to go home that day and to the concert, but from then on whenever it was someone’s birthday, or a celebration and cakes were brought in, which was at least once a week,  my manager would remind me of my ‘allergic reaction’ and I wouldn’t be able to have one.  Including when it was my own birthday, and I was still expected to bring in cakes, but couldn’t eat one.
The week after the concert I was offered a full-time job there and ended up working there for 8 years.

8 cake-less years.

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