Monday night was my first encounter with a Passion Consultant. This might, at first blush, appear to be a godsend, because life's notably lacking in passion at the moment. Had I been more quick on the uptake, Miss PC could have answered a few queries rattling around my head, but I was more interested in looking down her girlfriend's top.
It's a lost opportunity, but I still have her business card.
The card says to "Call today to get started on your new career as a Passion Consultant."
And why not? I've worked with business consultants, been screwed by tax consultants and had my lawn cut by gardening "consultants". None of these people knew what they were doing, so consulting about passion shouldn't be any different. Defining what consultants do is an imprecise exercise at best, so I can make the job anything I want.
Basically I want my own business cards that say:
- Wombat
Passion Consultant.
Bottoms Up, Amorous Ones!
Pic from the OhMiBod Blog [link]
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