This was the hellishly hot week I was let go. I was a copywriter in fashion expected to write 65 clothing descriptions a day.

It was so hot and muggy outside which was dreadful, but they blasted the air conditioning so high in the office which was even worse. One employee, Julie, a large and pretty African-American woman who sat next to me turned on a portable heater she had for such occasions below her desk. I was freezing as hell. And, the amount of work that was expected fr…

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