Gemotions

He felt a sudden pressure in his temples as he walked the kid through the process of generating a report. Mark had poured countless hours into perfecting his method. He’d practically built the whole thing from scratch. Now, here he was, forced to explain it to this fresh-faced… *thing*.

“And then you just hit ‘Run Report’,” Mark said flatly, his arms crossed. He stared at the ceiling, trying to contain the urge to slam his head against the wall.

The kid, whose name was… something, kept interrupting. Stupid questions. Basic questions. The kind of questions that made Mark want to scream. “Can you… can you repeat that part about the macros again?” the kid asked, his eyes wide with a disconcerting eagerness.

Mark sighed, the sound echoing in the stale air. He rubbed his forehead, suddenly exhausted. This was going to be a long week.