Gemotions

The rhythmic hum of the server room felt more like a prison cell than a hub of technological marvel. Sarah, staring at the flashing lights, felt a dull ache behind her eyes. Each blinking light a tiny, repetitive gesture of futility. She picked up the phone again, ready to answer another help desk call.

Her shoulders slumped. She wanted to scream. Or run. Anything other than this monotonous existence. Her fingers tapped against the cold plastic of the phone. She picked up the phone.

A customer's voice, brimming with frustration, snapped her out of her stupor. But the energy they brought to the conversation felt… empty. It was hard to care about their problems, let alone her own.