My secret fear is that one day I will find myself working in Starbucks; the cashier will call out orders – double latte frappuccino, no whip, extra hot, tall; iced caramel macchiato grande; pumpkin spice crÃ¨me with soy… I will become confused and disoriented, was that extra whip or no whip? Tall or grande? Soy or no soy? What am I doing? People will shuffle their feet impatiently, check their watch and stare at me with disdain as I struggle to keep up. I will start to sweat – now people are frowning. Aaarrgghh – take me back to my quiet office!
I try to remember my secret fear when the conversation at lunch turns to IQ and yes I tipped extra today.
What’s your secret fear?