Handling critique

Handling critique is a skill. It's all very well to dish it out, but taking it is just as hard.

I need to have a daily reminder that tells me what's going on, what's going wrong and how to fix it. I also need one to make sure I do that.

You know what? I think I'm going to make myself one. Where's that phone gone?

Critique

You need to sort your life out son.

For too long, you've been resting on your tattered laurels. Complaining about how hard life is, but doing little to change it. 'My job sucks,' change it. 'My computer sucks,' fix it. 'I don't have time to do the things I want,' make time.

Stop being a little bitch that is controlled by circumstance and put what you got to use.

Take the opportunities you have and make them into something. Nothing is coincidence. Learn from experience. It's there right in front of you.

Monday

The move to London brought with it one slightly inevitable outcome. The working week.

Coming from Cornwall, where things are generally done differently to the rest of the world, I was brought up on work schedules that didn't work on the five day week method.

After a Saturday night of catching up with friends and seeing Russell Brand at the Royal Albert Hall last night, Monday doesn't have much hope of achieving much in my long term memory.

Like a morning of depression over a comedown cup of tea, my life is a cycle of boom bust, much like the world's financial system.

I don't like it.

Bring back the days of working six days a week, where enjoyment is stolen in the hours between work and sleep. Designated leisure time doesn't agree with me. I want to feel shit for having a shit time, not a good time.

Well, that might be achieved now. I'm having a shit time and I'm feeling like shit, for it is Monday.