URGH.
They messed up.
Stupid manager.
She promised I wouldn't be on my own, that she'd stick with me and help me deal with customers and get back into being in public.
I get there and she isn't even there.
"Here you go, Joanna, I know you have severe social anxiety, but we'll just throw you into a shop full of people, mmkay?"

And now I have to call her and explain that No, I don't want to work alone on Wednesday, No it isn't OK, and No, I think I might actually quit.

RAGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE.