An Inspector Calls Diary entries

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Diary entry 1

"Gather your possessions and leave Eva". These were the 6 final words Mr Birling said to me. Today I was sacked because I wanted a raise at work. Twenty-two and six is hardly enough to support myself. I have six pence in my purse and the rent is due in two days. I feel so rejected. I sometimes wonder why I bother to stand up for what I believe is right when stuck-up chauvinists like Mr Birling punish me for doing so. How can he only sack four others and me when there were far more protesting? How am I going to eat? These are questions I can't even begin to answer. I feel like my world has collapsed and I'm not sure if I'm being paranoid, but I can see this starting off a string of events that are eventually going to kill me. People think I'm strong willed and determined, and yes, I guess I am sometimes, but right now, I want to curl up and die. This was my first real job and I've lost it for asking for more money. Was this really what I left home for? Conditions would still be the same but at least I had my family beside me to lean on. But now, all I have to lean on is myself, and I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to cope. Oh how I just wish I could return home. But it is so far away and I don't have the money to return. Oh god, I am so scared, all I wanted was to be given the chance to make something of myself, and now I am back at square one. But then, was working for Birling really what I came here for? Ok, so I've lost my job and I haven't any money. This is just an obstacle to overcome. I wasn't going anywhere at Birlings anyway, and now I think about it, he was just giving me the push I needed to make something of myself. Tomorrow I am going straight into town to find a job. Tomorrow is a new day and the first day of the rest of my life.

Diary entry 2

Slowly I am losing the will to live. Today I was sacked from the one steady job I've had in two months. I was a sales assistant at Milwards, but I was sacked because I gave a mere smile to my co-worker. Apparently, a customer had complained, she had said I had been laughing at her. But like I would, like I would ever waste my breath on her. I admit she was extremely pretty and seemed nice enough, but then she just kicked up a fuss at the slightest smile I threw at my friend. I don't understand why she would have wanted me fired when she, with all of her money to spend in expensive stores, wants someone less fortunate than her to suffer. But then I guess that is the problem with society nowadays. The rich benefit from the poor, when really it should be us, the working class, that should benefit from the rich. Why is it that everyone except me is getting all the luck and the love and still they insist in putting me down? How can people like Mr Birling and that customer be so self-absorbed and go out of their way to put others down? Can they not just be happy with what they've got? They are just making it harder for people like me to be someone, to go somewhere in life. That is all I want. All I want is to work for myself and my own, is that so much to ask? Oh how I long to just give up and let them win. But then, life is not a game. I cannot just give up and let them win. I must stand on my own two feet and say, "I am Eva Smith, and you are no longer going to make me suffer". I guess the working life was not for me anyway. I think I will take a different approach in getting the money I need. I hope I am doing the right thing.
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Diary entry 3

Once again I have been kicked to the curb, thrown away. Gerald has left me. He said he wasn't doing the right thing and we went our separate ways. Don't get me wrong, he was very nice about the account, and even offered me money until I get my feet back on the ground. I refused of course, and then he left without saying another word. The problem was, apart from when I told him my name was Daisy Renton; I was completely honest about my life, my financial situation and my feelings. And ...

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