J.B.Priestley’s play, An Inspector Calls - Eva Smiths Diary Essay

Ive just got back from my summer vacation. It was lovely. Im reallylooking front to deviation again next year. Lifes looking up at themoment. Its great Just one problem though, the money Im receivingat the factory. Ive spoken to quite a few other girls on vacation andthey earn much more than twenty-two and six. Ill speak to Mr. Birlingtomorrow to ask him about raising it to 25 shillings a week. I dontsee why not myself. Im a good worker and throw off been in the factoryover a year. Well just have to see what he says.12th September 1910Thats it Im not taking any more. A few other girls and me, who aresick of the terrible money, are going on strike. Hell have to raiseour weekly wage then wont he well if he doesnt Im not carrying onworking for him. Hes a mean man, and whole cares for himself, wantsall the money. Its not very often I get annoyed I dont like to callpeople and say nasty things about them, that I really have had enoughtoday. This man has really angered me. Im an excell ent, hard,pleasant worker. How dare he have the cheek to say no I told his thisafternoon for the 6th time in the past 2 days, that because I wasbeing promoted to leading operator I would at least expect a pay rise.His reply was the same, that it was his certificate of indebtedness to keep labour costsdown. His exact answer if I remember was Ive told you again andagain Eva, every time youve asked me. Its my duty to keep labourcosts down. I dont know why the hell you waste your time bothering mewhen you could be working - earning good money for my factor. Theanswers a at once no, so get out of my office girl. Get back to yourbleeding work. What a lovely charming man Mr. Birling is, oh great ishe.... ...ll because of no food, no roof above their head. I dontwant that. I dont want my child not having the advantages that otherchildren have that other children take advantage of. Waking upeveryday with a roof above their head, breakfast on the table forthem, loving parents that are ther e for them when they need help orare depression down. Everyone takes advantage of everything they own,even their lives. They dont realize it until theyve lost thosethings they love and care about though. Then it will suddenly hit themlike a ton of bricks. deal should learn to love what they have, butme, I cant go on any longer trying to be happy for what I have. Idont have anything, so I cant try to be happy. Ive tried too manytimes, and now - Im giving up trying. Im weak and so far Ive losteverything apart from my life. Which presently I will also be loosing.