29 27th September
Suzanne Corrigan collapsed onto her office chair and groaned as the air was pushed out from her lungs. Another day, another dollar. In any other job that old saying would probably seem quite outdated, but her salary didn’t amount to a whole lot more than that as it was.
This was probably the shortest amount of time it’d taken her to become seriously jaded with a job. And she’d had some jobs. Even four months stacking shelves in Sainsbury’s had seemed like a fairground ride compared to this. Growing up in Cardiff just before the city’s huge regeneration scheme, she’d seen how difficult it was for her peers to get a job without leaving in a London-bound direction. It was the same struggle her parents had had thirty years earlier when they’d been forced to leave the IRA-ri
