How much do you love your job?

Monday through Friday I wake up in one of two moods; either I wake up full of energy with a smile on my face and ready to attack the day ahead, or as happens often when I don’t sessions the sun for a few days (which is quite often in London), I wake up with a focused frown on my face ready to spit on the first person to speak to me. I know those are two extremes, but hey, that’s the way it is… Saturday and Sunday are all good regardless.

I honestly cannot complain about my job too much because I have it really good all things considered. Being a consultant/problem solver/international man of mystery does afford the advantage of making every day different which keeps the motivation factor high. Not every job lets you travel the world, meet interesting people, and wield exotic and expensive gadgets… yeah, the grind can be pretty good. I still wish I could love my job as much as a dairy cow loves their job…