The strike days

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are many. The bosses don't engage or seem to care. Students are milked like cash cows in a factory farm. Brexit is biting, costs are rising, wages falling and the pandemic still rages. We share a collective tiredness that is as much physical as emotional. At the peak of this wave I get covid for the second time. On the darkest of strike days an M spotted a job advert. This is a rarity. An application is made on the final day. It is quickly forgotten about because life keeps us busy. The realisation that this was just the first in a series of hoops only came later.