Work: Goodies from the Mail Room by 3.1

Got to the office this evening for a night shift to find it not only blissfully empty, but one of my lovely colleagues had retrieved a small package for me from the mail room downstairs and it turned out to be a load of lovely goodies from the lovely people from The Journal Shop.

I was after a new Tombow eraser for my Japanese writing practise (which is mostly done in pencil, especially when I’m practising kanji) and the Iconic sticker pads for vocabulary lists are in preparation for getting back into the swing of things for uni. The Midori Traveler’s Notebook refills are for the upcoming trips, though partly to avoid splurging on more stationery than I have the luggage space for when I get to Japan.

I’ve been a regular customer of The Journal Shop for over 7 years now. My very first purchase from them back in 2012 was my Midori Traveler’s Notebook: I bought both sizes as I needed the passport size for work (to use as a train driver’s notebook) and wanted the regular size for journaling/travelling. It’s always so nice to receive stuff from them every now and again.

Centralised by 3.1

This week, I embarked on my journey on the Central line with mixed feelings. Unlike others who have been unceremoniously despatched to certain locations on a line that is almost as hot as the Earth’s core, my reason for ending up on the line came out of the want to add another to my train driving licence (as if I don’t have enough work-related stuff crammed into my brain).

Yet more safety-related diagrams were added to the various bits of train wiring already embedded into my brain, only this time I had to take into account that line is a hodgepodge of automatic and manual technology, along with one of the most unreliable rolling stocks that London’s subterranean railway has to offer. The 1992 tube stock is dire, (but the train simulator at Hainault Depot even more so) and as I contemplated yet another one of my career choices whilst in a room that barely let in any daylight (with half the room painted black for some bizarre reason), I wondered if I really knew what it was I actually wanted to do and if I was actually going to get there (in the context of work).

Trains, driving them, teaching people how to drive them, the geography and idiosyncrasies of a route one must operate a train on, and all the procedures and technical elements with regards to signalling and rolling stock… these are all my “thing”. I like how to know things work and equally I like to know how they may come apart and how I can fix them (or at least provide a remedy that allows one to move a train to a place where it can be fixed), though I have never really aspired to be an engineer.

I know for a fact that I like to manage my own time to some degree and my current role allows that flexibility, but at the same time, I know that I don’t want to be a manager of people, partly because I can’t stand the incompetence of other people (or the insolence of people older than me that quite frankly shouldn’t be employed, but like to use their ‘seniority’ bragging rights), which probably explains how I came to work in a department called ‘Audit & Compliance’.

Anyhow, I’m back in the depot on the Central line again next week for more of the same, though hopefully I’ll be on an actual train for a bit of defect handling and general stock training. Will be good to get my hands dirty again.