Gemotions

A heavy sigh escaped Mark's lips as he leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. He had, for the fourth time today, explained the inventory system to the new hire, a young man named Ethan. Ethan seemed like a nice enough kid, all eager questions and boundless energy. Mark, however, felt a profound weariness settle over him, a sense of having done all this before, countless times.

He watched Ethan meticulously enter a product code into the system, his brow furrowed in concentration. Mark found himself wanting to be outside, in the park, enjoying the autumn air. He watched the leaves changing color. The idea of doing nothing but watching the leaves drift down sounded delightful.