Gemotions

The transition was like a shift in the weather, from a warm, gentle sun to a biting, cold wind. The graphics department, with its colorful posters and energetic vibe, felt alien. He was used to the gentle pace of the mail room.

He stood awkwardly in the break room, clutching a mug of coffee. Everyone knew each other, it felt as if they had known each other for years.

The first assignment: a complex Photoshop project, a realm he knew nothing about. The software felt daunting. He felt a lump in his throat.

He kept his head down, trying to blend in. He longed for the simple comfort of sorting envelopes, the quiet routine, the certainty.