Gemotions

The morning light seemed to mock him as Thomas watched his replacement, a young man named Ben, walk through the door. Training day. He wanted to scream.

He led Ben through the labyrinth of the office, explaining the basics of his role with minimal enthusiasm. He rushed through the details, barely making eye contact. He wanted it over.

Thomas' responses were terse and impatient. He found himself answering Ben’s questions with monosyllabic answers. He kept glancing at the clock, impatiently marking the passage of time. He was done, totally done.