Back in 2009, when WholeFoods opened a store on the outskirts of Glasgow, I went to work there, having been newly made redundant from my wonderful dream job. All of the staff were locals, but managers and trainers were American and there was a lot of the whooping, hollering, 'get-er-done!' over-the-topness. It was unbearable. At meetings and during the training, the Scots were all looking at each other like 'WTF?!' and I was cringeing because although I don't *feel* American, I do *sound* American, and I was desperately not wanting to be associated with any of this embarrassing nonsense.
I lasted 7 weeks.