EVA Smith's DIARY ENTRIES
EVA Smith's DIARY ENTRIES Tuesday, September 19th, 1910. Im shattered today. It was another hard day at the Works. The weather's getting worse and the prospect of a pay rise is the only thing keeping me going, at the moment. However, I'm not that optimistic of achieving it. Birling is an ignorant, obstinate, old fool and is adamant on widening the gap between rich and poor. Tomorrow's the day he's going to discuss our offer. It's a lost cause. I've always fought for what I believe in but know I'm beginning to wonder what the point is. This job is the only thing I've got and I can't afford to lose it. People nowadays don't take kindly to single girls who are unemployed and have no prospects. Anyway that's enough for tonight, I better hit the sack. Wednesday September 20th 1910, It turned out that Birling didn't want to negotiate at all! He sacked me! Typical! Just when I thought I was on the verge of a promotion, this happens! He work's us like slaves and isn't even willing to negotiate a compromise. It just isn't right. The world would be a much better place without scum like Birling. He gave us a load of old waffle about how he didn't want to drive labour costs too high and in his words, "regrettably we are going to have to discharge you." The slimy, good for nothing, weasel, he made it sound as if he had no choice. Well I suppose there's no point wallowing
