Gemotions

The email arrived, a curt notification about upcoming performance reviews. John clicked on it, his heart sinking. He’d been expecting it, the creeping dread a constant companion since discovering the discrepancies in pay. He stared at the subject line, the words blurring slightly.

His productivity had noticeably dwindled. The projects he used to tackle with enthusiasm now felt like mountains. The vibrant colors of his desk ornaments seemed dull. He often found himself staring out the window, lost in a reverie of what could have been.

He took to avoiding team lunches, using the excuse of being "swamped." He was "swamped" alright, swimming in a sea of resentment.