It had been a long and frustrating day. Too many hours at my desk, too many errands piling up, and it was only Monday. After spending a fruitless hour trying to find a stack of business cards that contained the one phone number I needed, I gave up. I pushed back my chair, grabbed my workout bag and headed to the gym. Maybe some exercise would clear my mind and ease some tension. Once there I dawdled, in no hurry to work up a sweat. I perused the bulletin board, and a flier caught my eye. "Caring Concierge: From Small Errands to Large Life Struggles." Intrigued, I plucked it off the board. "When do you need a concierge?" I read. "When you're stressed, panicked, overworked, disillusioned or distracted."