Gemotions

The printer jammed again. Of *course* it did. Sarah stared at the blinking error light, her breath catching in her throat. This was the third time today. She could feel the pressure building, the tightness in her chest.

"Ugh, this thing," she muttered, kicking the side of the machine. The kick barely registered.

From across the cubicle farm, Ben, the eternal optimist, bounded over, a sandwich in hand. "Printer issues? No problem! Remember how to fix it from when we were kids?" he offered with a grin. He gestured towards the inside of the machine with a sandwich crumb.

"Kids?" she asked, voice strained. Ben’s face lit up. "Camp Clearwater! The best camp ever!"

Sarah felt a surge of pure, unadulterated frustration. She knew that camp. Every cheesy song, every lukewarm meal, every mosquito bite. This could not be happening. She considered screaming.