buddleia
New member
I'm 37 and just got diagnosed with social anxiety phobia.
Last week I had to run a two-day workshop, to my horror. After a week of shambolic preparation in which I fervently contemplated suicide as a way out, or prayed for a terrorist attack to disrupt proceedings, I finally had enough material for the first day. Which went brilliantly.
Too tired by now (after nights of not sleeping, and a bit of self-dosing with Valium or something similar) to prepare properly for the second day, I endured it, but at around midday became so convinced that it was going terribly that ...
... I got my 39-week pregnant wife to ring in and say she was having contractions so I could do a runner.
Now of course I hate myself for this behaviour, and I convinced that people at work have twigged, and can't look anyone in the face.
Can anyone top this?
Last week I had to run a two-day workshop, to my horror. After a week of shambolic preparation in which I fervently contemplated suicide as a way out, or prayed for a terrorist attack to disrupt proceedings, I finally had enough material for the first day. Which went brilliantly.
Too tired by now (after nights of not sleeping, and a bit of self-dosing with Valium or something similar) to prepare properly for the second day, I endured it, but at around midday became so convinced that it was going terribly that ...
... I got my 39-week pregnant wife to ring in and say she was having contractions so I could do a runner.
Now of course I hate myself for this behaviour, and I convinced that people at work have twigged, and can't look anyone in the face.
Can anyone top this?