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oohhhhhh my god there is a literal crowd of people in the tiny shoebox back-room I use as an office and I literally can’t even get from my desk to the shipping table and back.
I’m going to sit in my car. I told my coworker to text me when they’re done. There’s a sales rep and the manager of the other store and everyone is literally fucking hovering over the back of my neck and it’s giving me an anxiety attack. I went to the bathroom and there were people sitting on and at my desk. Which is a nook in the corner fenced-in by boxes, so if I go in there I’m cornered.
Eating lunch in my car. I’m not claustrophobic but maybe I am. Shit.
oohhhhhh my god there is a literal crowd of people in the tiny shoebox back-room I use as an office and I literally can’t even get from my desk to the shipping table and back.
I’m going to sit in my car. I told my coworker to text me when they’re done. There’s a sales rep and the manager of the other store and everyone is literally fucking hovering over the back of my neck and it’s giving me an anxiety attack. I went to the bathroom and there were people sitting on and at my desk. Which is a nook in the corner fenced-in by boxes, so if I go in there I’m cornered.
Eating lunch in my car. I’m not claustrophobic but maybe I am. Shit.
