Corporate wiccca

So there I am in a meeting and I feel this slipping feeling. What the ?? Oh that would be the rose quartz chrystal I have nestled in my bra to help open my love chakra. You know, reading Eric Fromh and musing on how important it is to be loving in our response to the world, and Mystic Medusa was writing about it, and well, there was this shop with stones and well, you know, whatever. So. But really, you don’t want to have to explain the shocked look on your face and the stunned mullet moment while you realise that you have just laid a lump of rose quartz under your jumper like some glamorous chicken and now need to help it find its way back up into your bra cup without causing undue attention to yourself. And whilst maintaining the flow of discussion. ‘Yes, um, mapping – the err, characteristics of the various goals.’ (Rose quartz has just fallen out!) ‘Across the multiple dimensions’ (of my bra!) ‘Both of the different scales and the different processes’ (‘Blimey! That’s embarrassing!’) ‘could really help us in defining the goals’ (‘Righto, sneaky sneaky fingers, just work that rock back up now) ‘and ultimately in more streamlined evaluation at the end of the project’ (‘and in it goes! Yippee!’).