I love my job, its wonderful. I work at a vet. But anxiety attacks at work are no fun. I finally confided in our vet tech, (kind of my boss) and she told me that she will work on me because that's not something I can have in life. I told her that I've had it since I was little and she insisted she can fix it, by making me talk to strangers etc. But the reason she found out about my anxiety was I was preparing surgery packs, and she told me something was wrong with the drape. I asked her what it was and she told me its common sense. I stared at it for a good ten minutes and asked her to tell me. She told me that I had to stand there until I figured it out. Of course me being me I got stressed out and started crying (a heavy part of my attacks) and she laughed and was like are you really crying that's ridiculous!
Anyways that's my rant

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