Gemotions

The first meeting was a whirlwind of acronyms and jargon she didn't understand. She tried to follow, to nod at the appropriate moments, but her mind felt like a locked box. The rapid-fire delivery of the information was bewildering. It felt like she was trying to catch water with her bare hands.

She sat at her new desk, the surface smooth and reflective, unlike the scratched, familiar wood of her old office. Her coffee cup sat untouched. She stared at the screen, the blinking cursor mocking her. Where was her place in this organized madness?

Her hand flew to her chest, as if she could physically soothe the disquiet within. She missed the predictability of the warehouse, the tangible sense of accomplishment that came with each day's shipments. She felt utterly disconnected.