I was born in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and five, on the twenty third day of December, in the town of Sharon, Windsor County, State of Vermont My father, Joseph Smith, Sen. In about four years after my father's arrival in Palmyra, he moved with his family into Manchester in the same county of Ontario Some time in the second year after our removal to Manchester, there was in the place where we lived an unusual excitement on the subject of religion.
Hire Writer Thoughts rush through my head and flood my mind, so fast I can hardly think. So many questions had been left unanswered, and now they dawned on me. I was one of their best workers, or so I was told. I could easily argue with myself day and night, but I would only end up exactly where I started.
Almost three weeks ago it started. We, the workers, had recently come back from the holidays, and we were all strapped for cash. We had already had thoughts of a strike, and we all knew that Birling was underpaying us for the amount of work we did.
We were averaging around twenty-two and six each week, only just enough to survive on. We all felt we deserved more, so we could average about twenty-five shillings a week. Obviously, Birling did not share our views, dismissing them without a second thought. It was stupid for us to think he might have considered it, we all knew how he would react, the selfish man he is.
So we decided to go on strike. Today was the day we started back at the machine shop, and it felt the same as any other day. In fact, I was little hopeful we might get the raise.
What seemed like seconds later I was distraught with anger and emotion. Beads of salty water rolled down my face, as I stood motionless in the small room. I suddenly felt as if I were all alone on this world, as if it were just me, alone. My worst fears had just turned to reality.
I had been sacked, but for what? I suppose I should start looking for a new job. January Dear Diary, Today really made me feel cursed? As soon as I find a stable, job, something to live for, they instinctively find some senseless excuse to sack me. What else do I have to live for now?
Questions like this are overflowing my mind, but all I can think of is what actually happened. And who was the instigator this time? I guess getting me sacked must just run in their family. The day started out as any other, working in Milwards. I quite well known, respectable customer had entered, as it was my job to attend to her.
The assistant, Ms Francis, had brought a dress up that had been waiting for the young woman. Ms Francis asked me to hold it up against myself, to show her how she should wear it.
I thought it looked rather good in it myself, and it suited me well. It definitely did not suit Miss Birling. Miss Birling must have caught me giggling in the mirror, as she turned around and was absolutely furious with me.There are many strengths to this collection of diary entries.
The student has a clear appreciation of the events of the play and the role that the different characters had on the life of Eva Smith. Diary Of Eva Smith Both my mother and father now rest in peace due to the evil curse known as influenza.
I felt I was once a blessed girl, living in the country and possessing joy and love. The Diary of Eva Smith , August 30th: I have recently returned from a marvellous holiday to Blackpool.
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Eva Smith's Diary Essay - Eva Smith's Diary January 1 This is the worst day I've ever had in my life.
I've been sacked because I was standing up for my rights. I was protesting because we were being under paid at the Mr. Birling's Company. There's nothing left that was the only thing that I was good at.