Gemotions

He’d always thrived on the chaos, the adrenaline rush of managing the sales team. Now, in the quiet, sterile environment of data analysis, Michael felt a hollow ache. His desk was pristine, devoid of the vibrant energy he was accustomed to. He tapped his pen against his teeth, a restless rhythm that echoed the churning feeling in his gut.

The new software was complicated, the instructions dense. He struggled with the new system, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt. His old team's phone calls, full of exciting deals and lively chatter, were a distant memory. The feeling he got inside himself grew each day.

He walked past his old office and saw his replacement laughing with the old team. He felt his hands clench. He spun around and walked back to his desk, but he knew that a different feeling had entered his work life.