Experience: I got pulled into a conveyor belt by my scarf

My head was edging closer to the gap where it would be crushed. Knowing there was nothing I could do, I felt strangely at ease with my fate

I had worked on and off at Argos when they needed seasonal staff since I was 17. By Christmas 2007 I was 21, and I'd picked up regular shifts again. It was December in East Kilbride, and that means it was cold. On this particular morning I was unpacking a delivery in the stockroom, where the heating wasn't working. I'd come wrapped up for warmth, a long woolly H&M scarf in a looped knot around my neck.

The stockroom was across two floors, with an industrial conveyor belt connecting the upper and lower levels. I was on delivery duty upstairs alone, with my colleagues downstairs. The only reason anyone would come up would be to use the staff bathroom.