The essay is about the life and working conditions of a worker in England. It encompasses those aspects that are normally neglected and not highlighted. The essay closely examines the life style of a worker Micheal Logar or Logi in short, who works in a factory in suburb areas of Manchester. His earnings are not enough to support his family and he lives with very little means. Expenses are reaching new heights with every passing day. Moreover, due to lack of proper medical infrastructure, disease is rife and the living conditions very poor. This acts as an additional burden on the shoulders of the working class, thus making their life more and more difficult. This paper describes a day in the life of Logi.
Logi
It seems like I have only just laid down to rest, yet it is morning and I am forced to rise once again and face the day ahead. As I search around in the dark looking for my clothes I could almost be my father. I was born to a poor family of 5 siblings. My father was a factory worker. His earnings were so low that he couldnt afford to feed us and we were only permitted one meal per day. We knew no different though and life just continued day by day as if we were destined to always be hungry. After my fathers death, I inherited his life. I have a wife, Catherine and six children. I now work in the same job in the same factory as my father and my family faces the same hardships on a daily basis. If I were to be honest, I would say that my father had it lucky in comparison to me. Everyday is a constant struggle and everyday I am faced with new problems and difficulties, be it the illness of one of my children or yet another unexpected expense. I wonder what an easy life is and whether or not I will ever enjoy happiness that lasts beyond a single moment.
Anyway, I mustnt grumble. I look around at my family. We live in a small quarter that consists of a single room. It is in this room that all eight of us sleep, eat, bathe, pray and carry out daily activities. It is our bedroom, drawing room, dining room, play room, bathroom and church. We never have the fortune of having a meal together since we do not have enough crockery to meet every member of our family at one time. The few minutes I spend looking at my family sleeping as I ready myself for work is the only precious time I have with them. I shake my son. He has to work too today. I worry about him. There are a lot of accidents involving children. I heard about a coroners report that had been recently issued. According to my mate in the factory, it said that over 9 months there had been, 69 deaths from burning, 56 from drowning, 23 from falling, 67 from other causes, or a total of 215 deaths from accidents (Single Branches online). I wish it could be different but he needs to work. Otherwise we would not survive.
The colony in which I live comprises of 20 similar quarters. Families of all the working class there are like members of a broader and bigger family. In some ways we are quite lucky, at least we have a room to ourselves. In Barrack Street, where we live, there are over 1300 people living in just 390 rooms (The condition 5). No wonder disease is rife. I live surrounded by death and illness. If it isnt the living conditions that kill us, its the food (Engels 33). We live in a festering environment where we all poison one another all putrefying vegetable and animal substances give off gases decidedly injurious to health, and if these gases have no free way of escape, they inevitably poison the atmosphere (Ibid. 97).
Poor sanitation is one of the worse problems in our living environment. We have no clean water and are forced to wash using water from the river. This in itself is dirty and polluted with the excrement and garbage that we have thrown into the streets (Engels. 168). Its no surprise that we suffer great ailments and frequently fall ill. There are seldom doctors available. I know families who have lost their children. Its very sad. Those who do not die from bathing in their own dirt quite often suffer as a result of accidents in the factories.
I arrive at the fact where I work and sigh as I anticipate the day ahead. The factory where I work in basically deals with the production of yarn and cotton. Raw cotton is processed to shape up into textile garments that are later supplied to the cities. I earn 36 shillings a week (Chadwick 163). People like me would never be able to afford the fabrics we spend all day toiling over they are strictly for the people who have money. I work long hours and get few breaks. However, I know I shouldnt complain. Im lucky to have a job, many of my mates are out of work. They sit at home darning stockings while their wife earns the bread (Engels 170). My own wife works too, she is three machines down. She also works in the factory and although she tries to keep the house nice I know she struggles to do everything. I worry that our children will suffer she cannot find the time be a mother to them (Engels 169).
Sometimes I feel like I am suffocating and I cant go on. My body is weary and it seems that I am trapped in an endless toil. I know I should eat more but I can barely feed my children and I am happy to take gin in order to stave my appetite and get me through the day (Chadwick, 163). I live like a ghost, venturing into each day with very little hope for what the future may bring.
Logi
It seems like I have only just laid down to rest, yet it is morning and I am forced to rise once again and face the day ahead. As I search around in the dark looking for my clothes I could almost be my father. I was born to a poor family of 5 siblings. My father was a factory worker. His earnings were so low that he couldnt afford to feed us and we were only permitted one meal per day. We knew no different though and life just continued day by day as if we were destined to always be hungry. After my fathers death, I inherited his life. I have a wife, Catherine and six children. I now work in the same job in the same factory as my father and my family faces the same hardships on a daily basis. If I were to be honest, I would say that my father had it lucky in comparison to me. Everyday is a constant struggle and everyday I am faced with new problems and difficulties, be it the illness of one of my children or yet another unexpected expense. I wonder what an easy life is and whether or not I will ever enjoy happiness that lasts beyond a single moment.
Anyway, I mustnt grumble. I look around at my family. We live in a small quarter that consists of a single room. It is in this room that all eight of us sleep, eat, bathe, pray and carry out daily activities. It is our bedroom, drawing room, dining room, play room, bathroom and church. We never have the fortune of having a meal together since we do not have enough crockery to meet every member of our family at one time. The few minutes I spend looking at my family sleeping as I ready myself for work is the only precious time I have with them. I shake my son. He has to work too today. I worry about him. There are a lot of accidents involving children. I heard about a coroners report that had been recently issued. According to my mate in the factory, it said that over 9 months there had been, 69 deaths from burning, 56 from drowning, 23 from falling, 67 from other causes, or a total of 215 deaths from accidents (Single Branches online). I wish it could be different but he needs to work. Otherwise we would not survive.
The colony in which I live comprises of 20 similar quarters. Families of all the working class there are like members of a broader and bigger family. In some ways we are quite lucky, at least we have a room to ourselves. In Barrack Street, where we live, there are over 1300 people living in just 390 rooms (The condition 5). No wonder disease is rife. I live surrounded by death and illness. If it isnt the living conditions that kill us, its the food (Engels 33). We live in a festering environment where we all poison one another all putrefying vegetable and animal substances give off gases decidedly injurious to health, and if these gases have no free way of escape, they inevitably poison the atmosphere (Ibid. 97).
Poor sanitation is one of the worse problems in our living environment. We have no clean water and are forced to wash using water from the river. This in itself is dirty and polluted with the excrement and garbage that we have thrown into the streets (Engels. 168). Its no surprise that we suffer great ailments and frequently fall ill. There are seldom doctors available. I know families who have lost their children. Its very sad. Those who do not die from bathing in their own dirt quite often suffer as a result of accidents in the factories.
I arrive at the fact where I work and sigh as I anticipate the day ahead. The factory where I work in basically deals with the production of yarn and cotton. Raw cotton is processed to shape up into textile garments that are later supplied to the cities. I earn 36 shillings a week (Chadwick 163). People like me would never be able to afford the fabrics we spend all day toiling over they are strictly for the people who have money. I work long hours and get few breaks. However, I know I shouldnt complain. Im lucky to have a job, many of my mates are out of work. They sit at home darning stockings while their wife earns the bread (Engels 170). My own wife works too, she is three machines down. She also works in the factory and although she tries to keep the house nice I know she struggles to do everything. I worry that our children will suffer she cannot find the time be a mother to them (Engels 169).
Sometimes I feel like I am suffocating and I cant go on. My body is weary and it seems that I am trapped in an endless toil. I know I should eat more but I can barely feed my children and I am happy to take gin in order to stave my appetite and get me through the day (Chadwick, 163). I live like a ghost, venturing into each day with very little hope for what the future may bring.
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