[RL/Work/Vent/Mute as needed] 100% over today already and I've been here for twelve minutes. Fuck. everything. If I hear "Watkins Glen" or "NASCAR" one more motherfucking time, I'm going to scream.

Like, as someone with a crippling social anxiety who barely manages to function in a small office of maybe 30 people, knowing that I'm being sent to a NASCAR event that'll have a hundred thousand people milling around like...I've been sick to my stomach for days.

Every new email about this event makes my stomach turn more. I am not happy about having to go and I have to just smile and make the best of it because it's my job.

On the inside? I'm in the fetal position in the corner crying like a bitch. I don't want to do this. Can it just be next Monday already?