Tomorrow is my first day back in the office since March. I’m not sure how it’s going to go. I’ve been shielding for so long that the idea of sitting in a small office is a bit weird but I was given the impression that I needed to come back. On the plus side, I’ll not longer be working extra time unpaid. There’s also the issue of getting back to my schedule. I’ve been able to finish writing a bit later because I wasn’t having to get up as early. It’ll take a bit of time to get back into my old routine. I doubt I’ll get much reading done in the first few weeks back. Good job I’ve already reached my 2020 target.
As much as I don’t want to be “that guy”, how the hell is it September already? 2020 is flying by and, let’s be honest, things aren’t looking much better than they were a few months ago. Yes, the number of deaths per day has gone down but it’s not as if the threat has gone away. Then there’s the fact that the economy is tanking and it’s only going to get worse when we get an inevitable no-deal Brexit. The only people who are going to happy when that happens are Boris Johnson and his rich friends. Still, everyone who voted Leave will still find a way to blame everyone but the government. Do you remember when we all saw 2020 as a turning point? The only good thing about it has been the amount I’ve read so far.
It’s not like 2020 was going well but August has been a big blow to the year. Last week, drag queen Chi Chi DeVayne died at the age of 34 and yesterday we woke up to the news that Chadwick Boseman had died after a long battle with cancer. Boseman was only 43. It’s no age. I don’t normally like to buy into that Social Media displays of mourning for famous people but this got to me. I was crying when scrolling through Twitter. The actor may be best remembered for bringing the superhero Black Panther to the screen and giving some much needed representation in the MCU. However, he was so much more than that. Boseman was a fantastic actor and always followed his beliefs. He did great things for the Black community and he will be sorely missed by so many. I’ve decided to dedicate this week to him and will be reviewing two of his films.
How has your week been? What have you been reading?
What a week. Work has been super stressful at the moment. Everyone is super busy and stretched. I’ve been tired and frustrated all week, which means I haven’t done a great deal of reading. Thankfully, I am ahead on my reading, so I don’t have to rush through anything his weekend. However, it is something that I need to get in order. I’m slowly realising that I have quite a few pre-orders coming in September and my TBR is already too large. I’d better get reading then.
Each week I have to decide which movies that I watch and some weeks are harder than others. I tend to pick something to review on Tuesday first and then try and base the TBT film around that. I like it if they have a common theme but am willing to mix things up for a special occasion (like last week’s unexpected Scott Pilgrim repeat). This week, however, I mixed things up even more. I was looking through Netflix for inspiration and was all set to watch The Peanut Butter Falcon. Then I saw the new Netflix original dance film. I knew that it would be terrible but, in it’s unoriginal concept, I saw the perfect opportunity to watch a film that I suddenly had a massive desire to watch. If I sat through this silly teen romp, then I would be able to watch Save the Last Dance. I hadn’t thought about that film for a long time but, apparently, I’ve been longing to watch it. So, I went for it. Of course, now I also have a desire to watch Bring It On, which means the question of my TBT is still up in the air. So, that’ll be a nice surprise for you. Unlike the narrative of Work It.
The good news is that my first week back at work was better than I was expecting. It’s been busy but manageable. The bad news? I haven’t exactly done well with reading this week. I’ve been horribly by other things this week. I’ve not been turning off my computer until about midnight every night and that’s really not a good time to pick up a book. I got some done last night and I’ll try and get some serious reading on today. However, I have a bit of stuff to sort out. Namely applying to a few jobs. Before Covid-19, my boss basically told me that they might not be able to afford to keep me on, so I’m a little worried that, when all of the furloughed staff come back, they might suddenly decide that they can’t keep me on. It’s always good to get ahead with new jobs and, thankfully, people still need marketing people in a pandemic. Now I have real-life experience, it might even be easier than last time.
This weekend I, like so many other Netflix users around the world, sat down and binge-watched the second season of The Umbrella Academy. When the first series came out, I didn’t know much about it. All I knew was that it was based on a comic book series written by the lead singer of My Chemical Romance. Now, I admit that Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge is one of my guilty pleasure albums but I’ve long outgrown MCR. I didn’t expect to enjoy the show but Netflix is clever. It kept playing the trailer over and over until I couldn’t help but watch. I was quickly obsessed. It was a great show and the soundtrack was phenomenal. It felt new and nostalgic at the same time. I couldn’t wait for the follow-up season and, though the narrative wasn’t quite as slick, it was still bloody entertaining. So, when I realised I wouldn’t finish a book in time for today’s review, I knew I had to do something drastic. I bought the Kindle edition of the first volume of the comics. I had to see for myself.
Today is the last day of my holiday, which means I’m back at work on Monday. Thanks to our local lockdown, I won’t be going back to the office as originally planned. Part of me is really happy but I was kind of looking forward to being able to get out a bit more. I would always go out for a walk at lunchtime but, since March, I’ve not really been able to leave the house. At least it means I can keep pretending that I’m finally going to make my way through my huge TBR.
Yesterday was the first day of my holiday and I did absolutely nothing. I should probably have sat down to finish the book I’m reading but I was just so damn tired. I know I’ve been shut up inside since mid-March but it’s been exhausting. So, I just need to get some rest this week. After all, I’m pretty sure I have to go back to the office in August. I’m not entirely happy about it but I don’t think work will let me continue working home. Now that Boris Johnson has called time on shielding for high-risk people, I just can’t see them listening to my concerns. But, no matter what the PM says, the virus is still out there and I’m still at a huge risk if I get it. The virus can stay in the air for 3 hours and I work in a small office with only the windows as ventilation. This means if any of my colleagues are asymptomatic then I don’t stand a chance. Work can say they’ve taken precautions but they can’t guarantee that we won’t catch it. I’m sure that none of us wants to get it but having a suppressed immune system does make me extra wary. And it’s not as is I haven’t been doing my job at home for the past few months. But nevermind that now. Let’s talk about books.
When we were teenagers, my friends and I were the biggest Eurovision fans. We got together every year to watch it. We made scorecards and were really clear about what we were looking for in a winner. It was one of the major popular culture events that we really looked forward to. I bloody loved it. Then, a few years ago, Eurovision started taking itself a bit too seriously. Countries suddenly wanted to have good quality songs and think about choreography and staging. It really ruined the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong, there are still plenty of weirdos on there and some of the staging is fucking insane. Yet, something is missing from it. Eurovision was always mocked for being campy and silly but that was why we loved it. Now it’s had the X-Factor treatment and people seem to be using it as a platform for a singing career. So, I have to wonder why Will Ferrell is setting his sights on it now. It feels as though this film should have come out at least 10/15 years ago. I didn’t want to watch it but I felt I owed it to my past self.