Patience

It must suck to be good at everything.

Really.  First of all, you’d have to maintain that image.  Even if you got sick of something it would be hard to stop because everyone would be so expectant.

And you’d probably get all kinds of unwanted attention.  From teachers who would try to push you to pursue further education in their subject, and from mentors who just want to see you succeed at EVERYTHING you do.  And all sorts of men whose attention you really wouldn’t want.

Actually, that last one can happen to anybody.  Unfortunately.

Yes, it must suck to be good at everything.

I’m just trying to make myself feel better, though.  First day at a new job, new cafe… I know I’m good at it, I’ve done it all before, but you always feel stupid when you have to ask, “Now, where do the spoons go, again?” and “How do you clean the coffee machine here?”  Even though you know how to clean a coffee machine, you still have to make sure you’re doing it the way your new people want you to.

In a week or two, I’ll have it down.  I’ll know all the regulars.  I’ll be past the awkward getting-to-know-you conversations with the other baristas. I can stop pretending I don’t want a cup of coffee because I don’t know how or whether I’m supposed to pay for it.

Yes, I’m looking forward to the day when Cafe Algo is my second home.  It’ll happen.