Live, From the Motivation Vacuum
Written by James on 3rd Dec, 2005
So it’s Saturday lunchtime again. How the hell did that happen? It seems that weeks just roll by without any consideration for those of us left behind. As usual I find myself looking back over the week and thinking “what have I done for the last 168 hours?”. Now that’s not a problem in itself, but when you seem to have been doing it every week for about a month, it becomes depressing.
The problem I have is a complete lack of motivation at the moment, meaning I don’t get much work done. It’s not that I spend all day watching TV, playing computer games or sitting in pubs, I do at least try to work. But it tends to be 10 minutes of work, followed by 20 minutes of faffing. The net result is that what I achieve in a week is what I should really achieve in an average day. Oddly this depresses me, yet this depression still does not drive me to just get on with it.
This whole home working thing just doesn’t work, not for me at least. Pro: I can get from bed to desk in 5 seconds. But that in itself is the problem – my entire life is restricted to four walls (I think I’ve done this rant before….) so separating work from leisure is difficult to impossible. However, I have a plan…
On Monday I’m viewing an office. Possibly a drastic step to take – it’s not cheap (although not as expensive as I thought), and I can’t really afford it. But if it accelerates the work it will lead to bringing in more money, so a couple of months operating at a loss could be worth it. It’s a bit of a gamble, but not a massive one and frankly things just cannot continue as they are.
Enough of work, or lack of, it’s Saturday.
In other news this week, Lorna and I went to see Mrs Henderson Presents this week. It was OK, had some funny moments and the combination of Judi Dench and Bob Hoskins worked really well… but it was a little slow, which seems to be my complaint with many films. People seem to look down on films which only last 90 minutes, but there’s no point stringing things out when the plot can’t take it. Anyway, it’s a pleasant enough film to kill an evening, but I wouldn’t rush to see it.
The cinema was followed by dinner at the newly refurbished (not sure why, it was nice enough before) Ask on Kensington High Street. Food great as ever, but the service was unusually dreadful. First we stood waiting for a good few minutes before even being acknowledged by a waiter and found a table. However, if waiting a few more minutes would have got us a slightly more cheerful waiter I wouldn’t have minded – dear god this guy was miserable. To be fair he was probably just having a bad day, but it was still rather too apparent. Meanwhile the staff obviously didn’t know all the new table numbers following the refurbishment so nobody knew where they were going with food and drinks, and the layout chosen conveniently placed a bottleneck of tables between the kitchen and the main part of the restaurant.
Hmm, didn’t intend to rant that long about a dinner. Oh well, people have low expectations for this blog so I can’t disappoint. Another recent convert to blogging wrote in his opening entry that my blog had encouraged him to get in on the act, because I had made him realise that not being interesting was no reason not to bother. Charming
Scary news of the week: reading an interview with David Cameron, who will almost certainly be named the new Tory leader this week, I was horrified to find myself agreeing with things he was saying. Nothing much about policy, but things like not disagreeing with Labour just for the hell of it. And that PMQs should be less “Punch and Judy”esque. This man seems to have some common sense…
I’ve run out of steam and useless information, so I shall stop. I really should do some work this afternoon…. I don’t think it’s going to happen. Big surprise.