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Eva Smith’s Diary

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Eva Smith's Diary Autumn 1909 Dear Diary, Today has been great, I had my interview at Birling's earlier this morning and they employed me on the spot, I didn't even have to show any qualifications (which is good because I don't have any). I didn't think I'd have a chance being from the country, (I've never even seen a modern sewing machine before!), but they said that they would teach me everything I need to know. The wage is not too bad either at twenty-two shillings and six pence a week; it will be enough to rent a flat and to live relatively comfortably. I'm starting tomorrow in one of their machine shops. The hours are long, but I'm going to have to get used to it, this is a big step forward for me and I'm not going to ruin it. Late August 1910 Dear Diary, The holidays were great; me and some of the other girls from work met up practically every day. I'm starting to get a bit worried about my wages though; some of the girls at work told me that the salary we earn is disgraceful. I hadn't really ever contemplated this before, but it makes me angry as I work so hard for that company. ...read more.


Early February 1911 Dear Diary, I got dismissed from my job last week, a rich girl complains for no reason and I get chucked out. It's all right for them they don't have a clue about my rotten life. They don't even have to work for a living, they just get every thing paid for. Me on the other hand, gets thrown out of my flat and has to live in a small, grimy back room. I blame myself for most of it, I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Being almost starved is the easy bit, being alone and neglected is the worst. I don't know how much more of this I can take, I hate myself, Eva Smith's dead, from now on I'm going to be Daisy Renton. March 1911 Dear Diary, I met a wonderful man last night. We met at the Palace Bar and he said that his name is Gerald. He rescued me from this fat old man; I think his name was Meggarty or something like that. I went with him to the County Hotel and we shared some drinks and just chatted for a while. It was really good to just talk to someone who was interested in what I had to say for a change. ...read more.


He gave me �50 and he let slip that he had stolen the money from his dad's work. I can't accept any more though, and I've decided to stop seeing him. As I know that the money won't last for long I'm convinced that I need to get help, in any shape or form. March 1912 Dear Diary, I decided to appeal to the Brumley Women's Charity earlier today. I just didn't want my baby to live the same horrible life that I have had. I first decided to call myself Mrs Birling, after all I am expecting Eric Birlings child but I think it was a bad move. One of the committee refused my case as though I had just made the whole thing up. That's what I get for plucking up the courage to get help; it's not hard to notice that I'm alone, friendless, penniless and just downright desperate. I wasn't only interested in getting a little money, I just wanted someone to talk to; a bit of advice, sympathy, anything, a simple indication of concern would have helped a great deal, but no, not for Eva Smith, or Daisy Renton or whoever this nobody is. I'm not a real person anymore; I'm just a living nightmare, a failure. I've been turned out and turned down too many times. This is the End. ...read more.

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