so i've lived in br*tain long enough to adapt to most of their weird ass ways, except the phenomena of class aesthetics, which still makes no sense to me. being on the spectrum doesn't help i guess, since it's mostly unwritten and subtle rules
which wouldn't matter really except that i'm trying to do organising. and i've been literally told to my face "well you're middle class so what the fuck do you know about our problems". a few times that was implied, one time word for word. and in that particular case i literally only had time to offer a leaflet, so i know it wasn't anything i said, just purely from looking me up and down
i'm an estern european immigrant working minimum wage?? i've no idea what am i doing to make people think i'm anything but working class. one of my comrades gets it too, but she's got a london accent, so she just accepts it like fair enough
i'm mostly just venting because it seems like such a stupid problem to have, but if anyone actually has any suggestions i could use that would be great
i don't dress fancy, especially not to organising. jeans and a tshirt. the most expensive piece of clothing i own is a £150 leather jacket. guess i look gay? people tend to assume i'm gay. nobody can really place my accent, they have to ask where i'm from, so i guess i don't have a generic eastern european accent. i can't imitate the local accept well, not without it looking like i'm taking the piss anyway. what else can i do
It was more that we didn’t have anyone already working with us who knew them well. Management had silo’d several departments from each other, but we still knew that this person could absolutely fuck us over if they weren’t on board. So it was more like finding a pretext to have a conversation in the first place. They were real consistent with their lunch breaks, which they’d take in the break room, which had like 3 cameras in it. And that was the only place we could “run into” them. Management even had different entrances and exits for different departments. So we had a thin window to start making friends with them.
I started taking breaks at the same time and building shitty decks while I ate. They couldn’t resist offering assistance to a noob who was building some absolute cringe. So that was the basis for the relationship and after a certain point, I kinda sighed and said, “can we meet up sometime to talk about some work stuff?” and then I could start the actual one-on-one. They ended up being a really cool person and I think they’re gonna be a big asset
In retrospect I probably could have seen if they played at any game shops regularly, but I wasn’t comfortable enough to know whether talking shop at a tournament would have been weird or something