Equal opportunities my Aries, post number 1675
A couple of years ago, I took 2 opera coaching lessons at £60 each. In order to afford them, I had nothing to eat but digestive biscuits and tea for the whole week, every week I had a class. Those snacks were taken from the nursery where I worked as a cleaner. I couldn’t have paid for those. I had no money. I also walked 3 hours each way to the location, for every class.
I replaced the biscuits of course, and I was proud to have made those classes, even though the obstacles were great.
What is still missing is the explanation for the lack of opportunities, or any opening for better-paid jobs. Why couldn’t I have an admin job, like many other capable souls on the job market?…
Also missing are the payslips from the nursery, which I never got in a whole year.
Oh, and the dignity stolen by the privileged English church attached to its location.
I won’t be waiting.
The idea is that one should stick to their station, stay poor, stay uneducated, stay abused by their employers; and eventually die unknown, poor and ignored by the more privileged mass.
The story continues…
It does until I say it’s over. That, or until the fat lady sings.
