who be these consultants

My mother said that her granny always told her to beware of men who wore white shoes and who would offer to buy you sweet drinks. She was probably referring to cheap Sergio Mendes, made in China, imitations that would swing by the bar and offer you a Barcardi and Coke. Well, this morning in the office there are these two cats, in striped shirts, white (or could that be cream or a dusty vanilla) lounge suits strutting around open plan like they own the place.

I just wonder to whose, cost centre they belong, probably Marketing, although they do know how to pay attention to detail - hair stray, eau de cologne and bling. You are probably thinking that this could be your hairdresser or a rerun of a Miami Vice episode that I am describing but no dharlengs this is big-bad-oil-and-gas’ version of the Fashion Pohlease.

It’s certainly a change from the typical consultants that are often paraded around the office in their charcoal (or grey or could that be dusty black) suites, Italian striped shirts selected as per Mens Health’s recommendation and walking around like they own the place, these consultants belong to Finance.

Then there are the consultants that I deal with, they know the uniform, they know the drill, they wear it well and I think that they actually do own the place.

Only one more sleep then it’s Thursday.