Gemotions

“Okay,” I said, my voice sounding harsher than I intended. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to be flickering, making my vision swim. “This is how you handle customer complaints.” I gestured toward the phone, suddenly feeling the weight of the entire day on my shoulders.

The new guy, Chad, was leaning forward, soaking it all in. I just wanted to be done with this. I wanted to be gone.

He kept asking questions, each one a little more… *inane* than the last. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I found myself taking short, choppy breaths.