Gemotions

The air in the sales department thrummed with the energy of constant phone calls, a relentless barrage of "Yes, Ma'ams" and "Absolutely, Sirs." It was a far cry from the quiet, meticulous world of the library, the world he knew.

He shuffled through the stack of onboarding materials, his shoulders slumping. He felt like a child lost in a supermarket. The volume of new jargon seemed endless, the faces of his new colleagues, a blur.

The first few hours were torture. He stumbled over greetings, fumbled with the new phone system, and missed the easy flow of the life he was used to.

He found himself staring at his old cubicle's picture on his phone. He wished he could go back, just to feel like he belonged.