Helen Dale
In 2011, at the age of 19, I started my first job working in catering at City, University of London (now known as City, St George’s, University of London). I felt accepted and appreciated—something I had struggled with during my time at high school.
I worked at City University until I was almost 21. Looking back, I wish I had not been influenced into resigning, as I felt that two senior members of staff were not supportive or understanding and never checked on my wellbeing.
During my time at the university, I formed some wonderful friendships—some of the best I have ever had—and I also had a short relationship towards the end of my time there. I believe that, under more supportive circumstances, this relationship could have developed further.
We would often laugh and get on happily together, but at other times the atmosphere was very difficult and toxic. We had a sense of connection and support among ourselves.
At the beginning of my employment, we were given a book in which we were instructed to write the catering department contact number in. If I was unwell, I would refer to this book to find the number for the catering department office and call in. This was the only contact information I had for the workplace, and I found it unusual that I did not have my close colleagues’ numbers.
On my last day of employment when I got home water was spilled in my bag and the book was damaged, resulting in the loss of the only number I had.
I remember that on my last day at City University, I was given two cupcakes as a leaving gift made by one of the senior members of staff, who still works there now.
After eating them, I felt very unwell, similar to experiencing food poisoning for the first time, which was distressing.
I believe that my early career progression was affected. I did not receive a reference from my first role, and I felt misled into leaving without securing another position, which resulted in a prolonged period—nearly three years—before I found new employment.
A few years ago, I sent my CV to City, St George’s, University of London. One of the senior managers who was there when I worked there responded and signed his name.
He replied via text message, stating that he could not remember me. The message was written VERY slang and all informal and I found the overall content to be unprofessional and inappropriate, particularly given that it came from a university setting.








