Gemotions

The silence of the IT department was almost deafening compared to the chaotic buzz of the sales floor. David tapped his foot impatiently. The endless debugging felt like a colossal waste of his skills. He yearned to be back in the field, interacting with clients.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a strand that had fallen over his forehead. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. A slow burn had been building since the transfer. He wanted out.

The code on his screen seemed to mock him, a jumble of symbols representing a reality he no longer desired. This new role had drained the energy from him. The days seemed to pass slowly, each a monotonous repeat of the last.