A job used to be the safety net. Now it just feels like the thing stopping you from going under.
You work your hours. You turn up. You do what you are supposed to do. Payday comes and most of it is already gone.
Rent takes a massive chunk. The food shop costs more than last week. Energy, council tax, petrol, school stuff. It all adds up quicker than you expect.
There is no spare money sitting there just in case. No buffer. Just that running total in your head and that sick feeling when the car makes a noise or a brown envelope lands on the mat.
This is not about people being lazy or bad with money. People are trying. Working. Holding things together.
The simple truth is pay has not kept up with the cost of living a normal life.
When did having a job stop meaning you were secure?
Big up the man in the checked shirt.
“The vast majority of people in this country live very happily and very peacefully together.”
“Tonight you will say everything is about immigration…. not everything in this country is the ‘problem of immigration’.”
#bbcqt
I’m SICK of saying it, but I’ll say it again. Asylum seekers can’t claim benefits. You need an NI number to do that. Asylum seekers aren’t staying in 5* hotels. Asylum seekers get £49.18p a week to live on. Could YOU live on that? NOPE. So stop pretending they’re living it large.
We've lost the legendary Ricky Hatton and suddenly everyone is like "if you're struggling, speak to someone", but we've literally spent years playing down mental health, denying people disability benefits, and acting like depression is not a real illness. This has to change.