Gemotions

The constant clicking of the keyboards in the call center grated on Jennifer's nerves. She had transferred to customer service, hoping to use her people skills. But the reality was endless and repetitive.

She drummed her fingers on the desk, the rhythm mirroring the dull ache in her head. She was supposed to be resolving customer complaints, but all she felt was a deep, draining weariness.

She stared at the phone, then at her computer screen, which was filled with canned responses. She felt disconnected from the world. She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she'd acquired. The minutes dragged.