Gemotions

“Another day, another dollar,” Mark mumbled under his breath, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling felt like it was closing in, and his shoulders slumped. He yawned, a wide, exaggerated yawn that felt as if it stretched his jaw.

The water cooler gossip revealed a bitter truth. The new intern, fresh out of school, was earning more than him, the guy who knew the ropes, the one who kept the whole system running. A cold, flat feeling washed over him.

He slammed his computer shut, needing a break. He wandered the halls, restless. He sat in his car for an hour and stared, going nowhere. He felt that there had to be more, there had to be something.