So Kate has a client who is a communications and image consultant. She charges loads of money to help companies out with projects, or to help people dress and act the part that they want to be. She’ll come to your house and evaluate your wardrobe for $500. She does executive career consulting, too. She’ll help you decide what direction to go and help spruce up your resume, look and attitude. Kate is going to trade with her for a consulting session for me. I’m not really sure what to think of the idea. I mean, it can’t hurt. But she might really have her hands full trying to help the likes of me.
Her: What are your interests?
Me: Sleeping
Her: And?
Me: That’s about it. Sleeping.
Her: . . .
Actually that sounds pretty cool. Like you say, it can’t hurt… physically. Psychologically? Maybe.
That which doesn’t kill me makes me stranger.
So what is the goal?
There has to be a goal?
I mean do you want to dress better, get a new job, have prettier legs?
A better job. I guess prettier legs wouldn’t hurt.