Embarrassment. I overheard a few of my co-workers in the bathroom today talking about a new dance class they might attend that the New York Ballet is teaching. As I was washing my hands, I said, “Wow! That sounds amazing! Where is the class being taught?” Lyn, the HR lady, looked at me in confusion and replied, “Um, at our gym.” *Horrors!* As in, the one we both belong to. As in, the one I haven’t been to in weeks. So not only do I have my own personal guilt to contend with, but now Lyn knows I’m a big lazy slacker as well.