Gemotions

The constant ringing of the phones in the customer service department hammered at Clara’s skull. She wanted to rip the headset off and throw it across the room. She’d been enjoying her time in human resources, and now she was stuck in this noisy hellhole, dealing with the daily avalanche of complaints. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It didn't work.

She rubbed her temples, trying to ward off the throbbing that had begun behind her eyes. The first call of the day was already a nightmare. A woman was screaming about a broken toaster, and Clara could practically taste the burnt toast in her mouth. She had to stay calm. She forced a smile and asked the customer to repeat her order number.