Gemotions

The clicking of the keyboard seemed amplified in the quiet office. Eleanor found herself staring out the window, at the vibrant city life unfolding below. Today she had to show Kevin, the new hire, the intricacies of the customer database. Explaining it for the hundredth time, the explanations flowed out of her in tired recitations.

“And if the client uses more than ten characters in the last name field, it messes up the algorithm,” she told him, her voice monotone. She felt the sudden urge to run, to escape the confines of her cubicle, to do *anything* that didn't involve repeating herself. Kevin, however, seemed delighted, scribbling furiously in his notebook. The enthusiasm of youth was exhausting.