I am, by nature, an apologizer. I'm klutzy, outspoken, and generally calamity-prone, so when trouble arises I just assume I caused it.
This characteristic has become especially salient at my new job.
I'm finally not fun-employed! Since I work at nights I can still take daylight photographs and cook intricate lunches and tend to my kombucha. Oh, and did I mention I am cooking in the most fantastic vegan restaurant.
I find myself saying "Sorry! Sorry!" whenever someone needs to get around me because it is my reflex to assume that I am in the way. Even when I am at my station, making an order. I need to stop. No one likes a wimpy cook.
But on another note, I am madly in love with my job. And you know what they said in "Love Story" about what love means...