004 ~ Lest We Forget

There are several other posts I’ve been meaning to make but not quite gotten around to, but this is going to take precedence because it’s been on my mind all week.

I’ve become quite bad at remembering to check my Twitter account and updating / reading my feed, but on Sunday morning I had some time while I was getting ready to go out, so I happened to have a quick scroll through what the people I’m following have been tweeting about. And in doing so, I came across this article.

The opening paragraph is what really stuck with me:

“Historians and campaigners have also criticised the tone of the plans unveiled so far; they believe politicians and officials are focusing too much on British defeats and the carnage and futility of the war, because they are too anxious to avoid upsetting Germans and want to make sure the events are not considered triumphalist.

It’s almost humorous in its sheer Britishness. The stereotype that we are a people whose attitude is one of, ‘winning doesn’t matter, it’s the taking part that counts!’ is something that usually results in a good giggle. But in this case, I really think it’s political correctness gone too far. Marking the centenary of one of the most significant and society-altering events in modern history isn’t Britain being triumphalist. It’s not the victory we’re commemorating; it’s the sacrifice of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who fought and died or were wounded, and the memory of every person who was involved, whether they were soldiers who died, soldiers who survived, or civilians who may not have fought in actual battles, but did ‘Their Bit’ in some other way.

I have a mental image of politicians sitting around a table, discussing what to do for the centenary, and insisting it wouldn’t be ‘proper’ to focus on anything other than the huge casualty numbers and the defeats Britain faced. It’s a scene that belongs in a parody, a comedy show. Not real life.

Yes, it is important to remember that there were many battles that did not go as planned, and the casualty rates were far higher than anyone at the time could have imagined or predicted. But if that’s all you look at, you’re ignoring the fact that those men died for a reason, and a bloody good one at that. Read the article.

I’m no historian, but I studied First World War literature as part of my English Lit A-Level and became fascinated by the subject straight away. It turned me into one of Those Students…you know the type: devours every book on the recommended reading list with the hunger of a starved animal, then finds other books to read and websites to look at to get as much knowledge on the topic as possible. That was seven years ago and even now I love coming across new titles I haven’t read before, or rereading old favourites either from, or set during, the war. I’ve been on several trips to Belgium and France to visit cemeteries, memorials, and museums, all of which resonated deeply. I convinced my mum to drive us half way across the country to see a performance of Journey’s End (luckily we had friends who lived in the town it was performed in so we could stay with them overnight) just because it’s such an incredible play and I was desperate to see it again. My uni dissertation was a story centred around a character’s experience at the Front. When I was considering going back to uni several months after graduating with a BA, my first choice was an MA in British First World War Studies offered at Birmingham University.

It’s pretty safe to say I’m very passionate about this subject and am disappointed to see that the UK is letting itself down when it comes to plans for next year’s anniversary. There’s nothing wrong with showing pride in our achievements and commemorating our victory; I doubt that 21st Century Germany will be offended to see us remembering it – after all, it’s not like we’d be actively rubbing it in their face. The fact that we won isn’t the most important thing about this anniversary…not that it’s not of any importance at all, of course, but it shouldn’t – and wouldn’t – be the sole focus.

003 ~ a surprise treat

So it turns out that Wednesday was something known as ‘Administrative Professionals’ Day’, i.e. a day for managers to show their appreciation for their admin staff.

Before Wednesday, I’d never even heard of it– although that’s probably mostly because, prior to coming to Canada, I’ve never done any kind of office work before. When I got to work on the day and turned on my computer, I had an email from one of my fellow admins that mentioned it: “your resourcefulness and dedication are truly valued by those you work with…you deserve to be proud of all the good work you do…enjoy your special day” etcetc. I didn’t really think much of it. In N. America (probably moreso in the U.S., although Canada doesn’t seem to be much different), it seems to be the ‘done thing’ to be very vocal in your appreciation for the work people do for you, so I just assumed it was an unofficial celebration in big companies– and by ‘celebration’ I just mean people mention it in passing and embarrass you by gushing over how fantastic you are and how good you are at your job.

So imagine my surprise when I received a message saying I had something in our building’s Shipping & Receiving room to collect. I’m pretty oblivious at the best of times, not to mention I have a terrible memory, so I just assumed (again. Which is something you shouldn’t do!) that a colleague had sent me some documents or other work-related items by courier. Off I trotted downstairs, or rather, took the lift down because it’s 16 floors and I’m lazy, navigated my way through creepy-looking basement corridors, found Shipping & Receiving…and was handed this:

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How sweet! I think I managed to hold out for maybe 45 minutes before deciding I had to try one of the cookies…and I can safely say it was the best cookie I have ever eaten (and I’m a bit of a cookie fiend, so I’ve eaten a lot). Anyone who has a sweet tooth and is visiting Vancouver should definitely check this company out. I believe they have a store downtown in the Royal Centre Mall.

002 ~ A Very English Post (i.e. when in doubt, talk about the weather)

I think the Canadian outlook on the weather is rubbing off on me.

Saturday 9th March was cause for much celebration when it rolled around – after days of cloud and rain, we were gifted with a warm and sunny day! I laughed when I was watching the morning news and weather forecast because all the presenters were so excited that it was such a nice day. Not to sound condescending, but it was pretty cute. I feel like, back home, we would still be cynical and pessimistic even in the face of a nice break from rubbish weather: “well, it won’t last. The rain will be back Sunday night and even though it’s sunny at the moment, there’s still some cloud and there’s a crisp breeze too, so you’ll still need to bundle up.”

Not so on CTV! They were all smiles and cheerful tones and were just genuinely pleased that Vancouverites were getting the opportunity to enjoy some sunshine at long last.

Fast forward a week and a half and we have once again been back to heavy rain for what feels like forever, which is not fun when you are absent-minded and have a bad habit of forgetting to pick up your umbrella before leaving work for the day. I even resigned myself to wearing my wellies when I left the apartment this morning, which I’ve been resisting for the past few days on account of not wanting to look silly by having to tuck my work trousers into them. (I wore a dress today so it wasn’t as bad.)

But, typically, after a very wet start to the day the sun has now made an appearance and the view outside my window is one of…blue skies (and a few grey clouds, but shh). It’s amazing what wonders this has done for my mood. I can’t wait for work to be over so I can go outside and maybe even take advantage of the sun by walking home and not ending up looking like a drowned rat, which is what happened yesterday. (Why walk home in the pouring rain, you ask? Sadly it was the lesser of two evils when my other option was sitting on a stuffy bus for half an hour, struggling to breathe and trying not to cough all over my fellow passengers…yep, it’s the official end to winter and my body decides now is the appropriate time to get sick. Wonderful!)

I’m embracing my inner Canadian by allowing myself to be excited that it’s sunny and ignoring my inner Eeyore, who is whispering unwanted comments along the lines of, “You still have a few hours of work to go, it’ll probably be raining again by then” and “you’ll look silly wearing your wellies when it’s not raining”…

ETA: at the time of writing this blog entry, it looked lovely outside. It’s taken me twenty minutes to type it up and suddenly the sun’s gone behind the clouds again and we’re back to grey, overcast skies. Darn it!

001 ~ A fresh start.

Welcome, welcome! This is my [insert embarassingly large number]th attempt at keeping a blog. There have been many over the years, with each one fizzling out before getting the chance to change the world[*].

[*]NB: even if I have more success with this one, I doubt it’ll ever reach world-changing status. Just a heads up.

I always have the best intentions; I make plans about the sorts of things I can post about and how often to do so (not so often that you’re spamming potential readers, not to mention setting yourself impossible-to-maintain standards, but not so rare that afore-mentioned potential readers think the blog has died an untimely death. Hm. Already this feels a bit too complex. It would appear that blogging has more secret rules than relationships do). I set myself targets. I feel ridiculously pleased with myself when I maintain good blogging practice for a month. And then…and then. The blog is shoved in the toybox in the attic along with old Power Ranger action figures and ‘Ponies in my Pocket’. I know I won’t play with any of these things again and yet I can’t bring myself to part with them just yet…but eventually they all get forgotten.

Time passes. The next attempt begins, with the mantra this time. This time I will do better. Usually, that turns out to be a lie. Still, I refuse to allow myself to be crushed by past failures. This time I really will do better – mostly because I am very fond of the name I came up with for the blog and it would be a shame for it to go to waste.

There and (reluctantly) back again.

An homage to one of my favourite authors, paraphrasing a quote that is pretty fitting for my life right now, I feel. Yes, I’ve been bitten by that travelling bug and have no intention of trying to heal this particular malady any time soon. This will primarily be a travel blog, I think, but who knows what inspiration the future will bring.

All that matters is that it feels really damn good to be writing again. Keep up the good work, self!