One day last week (well, okay almost every day last week) I was so tired. I decided that I needed something more than my water and whatever snacks I had on hand to get me going for the day. I needed something strong. Something to give me energy. Something that was the real deal. Yes, I decided I needed coffee.
Luckily for me, my work has a small coffee shop just outside of the cafeteria. To get my liquid energy, all I had to do was walk downstairs, place my order, and wait for the caffeine to slowly course through my veins giving me the boost of energy I so desperately needed. It should have been that simple, but for me who is not a coffee drinker at all (and let's face it, the McDonald's Frappes that I do so much enjoy on a regular basis are really all about the sugar and not the coffee), this was a very intimidating task. Here's just a few of my thoughts on the matter:
- What kind of a drink would I order?
- Would I know what anything on the menu was?
- What is the difference between a latte and a cappuchino?
- Do I order one or two shots of espresso?
- Do I order a tall, small, grande, medium, etc.?
- Would I sound like I had no clue what I was talking about?
- Would others around me listening to me stumble through my order know that I was an imposer and wasn't really "one of them?"
I'm happy to say the ordering process went very well. I didn't stumble over my words. I didn't ask any dumb questions. I just gave her my order and a few minutes later I was back at my desk enjoying a caramel mocha latte....or at least I think that's how it's said. :)
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