And now I'm spent

Man, nothing shuts off my productivity spigot like a good old fashioned anxiety attack. I'm not sure what people don't understand about "I don't go outside".

I don't go to supermarkets, I don't go to convenience stores, or restaurants, or concerts or anywhere else I'm going to need to interact with other talking meat. I'll go to the dump, or datacenters or whatever. Places where all the other meat are Over There and aren't trying to have conversations with me. Very occasionally I will work myself up and go to lunch at a diner or whatever, but it's a lot of effort.

But now I've got to be downtown in a co-working space for 3 days of mandatory meetings for a job I quit 2 months ago. WTAF. So now we're talking hotels and shit and a bunch of other things I Don't Do. I'm just going to stay down there because I sure as fuck am not getting on the T and driving downtown to be at a 9am meeting is pretty much a non-starter unless I leave at 6.

I'm tempted to write Best of Luck on a sticky note, stick it to my laptop and mail the whole thing to Corporate and just be done with it, forget "orderly transitions".