After another shift on the Night Tube, I had to extricate myself from the relative comfort of the air conditioning yesterday afternoon in order to push through a few chores I’d set myself in order to re-align myself for the rest of the week, though thankfully the temperature wasn’t as intense as Saturday.
Had to go down to the Earl’s Court Farmers’ Market to pick up a few goodies for my supper later on as I’d bagged myself another bargain with the Too Good To Go app. As Patch is still away and on tour with the Cricket World Cup happenings, I have scaled down my usual cooking operations at home, opting for the cheap eats offered in the app that suit the timings for when I’m at work (or just leaving). It has been nice to take a break from cooking, but obviously I’ll be glad to get back into it again once Patch is home as my Abel & Cole subscription has been on hold until then and it’d be nice to get back to that.
From Earl’s Court, it was back on the Piccadilly line up to Russell Square. I had to drop my uni quickly for something, before making my way down the MUJI on Tottenham Court Road to pick up an order of stuff (notably, a new jinbei). Walked all the way back to Russel Square whilst listening to a (very slowly-spoken) Japanese news podcast and walked past the new yakiniku restaurant on Southampton Row to pop in to say hello. I had decided to avoid watching the England v India fixture, not because I didn’t want to watch it, but I don’t think my nerves could handle whatever would come at the end. As it goes, on my way home from Russell Square, I became aware of the outcome by the time I was on the bus home in Patch’s family WhatsApp group.
As for now, I’m plodding through some paperwork for work, before I head to uni for another lecture. I’ve not been enjoying this module all that much as it’s a cultures module I’ve had to take in order to make the credits for my degree add up, but much like the Rethinking Japan module I took last year, Reading Transnational Cultures is just another module full of white academics lecturing a (mostly) non-white class (many of whom have ethnic backgrounds from nations that were colonised and/or sold into slavery) on how bad colonialism and ‘Americanisation’ really is. My parents are from a country that has suffered under the hands of Americans, resulting in a weird culture that now tries to emulate aspects of American life, so I’m finding this last module really tedious. It almost runs in tandem with someone at work getting moved from their previous workplace for being a dick; all of a sudden they’re woke AF because of the experience, furnishing themselves with literature &c., &c. or trying to advocate. It’s weird and creepy, especially when you look at the timescale. And guess what their ethnic background is? Yeah.
I’ve grown weary of the process that is supposed to remove people like this from our ranks and other workplaces that are supposed to be all about the image of diversity that they peddle out to the public. Thankfully, these weirdos used to be in the minority, but I feel that the way things are at the moment has given them excuse to come out or behave in a certain way. As previously mentioned, they’re either moved from one place to another, or they are offered the chance to resign/retire, as in the case of one individual at my previous location after the announcement of the EU Referendum (one person thought it was okay to tease/taunt our lovely cleaner from Bulgaria once the results were out). And let’s not forget the other guy who thought it was okay to grab my bum and then racially abuse a load of people I worked with at the time. Maybe all these weird and creepy individuals should be forced to sit through a three-hour lecture on colonialism and white power structures instead of me. I could go on as to how the dynamic between people at work has changed since the EU Referendum, as well as what it’s like to be a person of colour born and raised in London and how life has changed and how awkward it all feels/how you’re expected to feel by the people that try to harass you (who then, somewhat ironically, cry of harassment from you), but I’d be here all day. These people need to sit down, be quiet and learn from their experiences.
Anyhow, over the next few weeks, as part of my current work, I’ll be learning the Central line, which will bring me up to four lines under my belt by the time I’ve finished all of that. Not sure how I feel about going somewhere where the rolling stock is even more ropey than something from the early ‘70s, but needs must. I just hope that the temperatures ease for my driving days so that it doesn’t feel like I’m driving into a blast furnace (or worse still, so it doesn’t feel like I’m driving a moving blast furnace).