Gemotions

The client meeting had been a disaster. Bad feedback, unclear goals, and now, to top it all off, the projector refused to work. Michael ran his fingers through his hair, already feeling the next migraine coming on.

"Try turning it off and on again," Sarah said, as though that was the solution to everything. He stared at her, not at all surprised by her simplistic advice.

"Of course," he said, dripping with sarcasm. "Why didn't I think of that?"

He flipped the switch on the projector, then let out a sigh.

"Oh! That's camp Clearwater's motto," she stated with glee. "Remember the counselors? They always made us cheer whenever we failed, and told us to try again."

Michael felt his jaw clench. This was supposed to be a professional environment.