Gemotions

The printer in the office jammed, spewing out shredded paper like a violent sneeze. That felt fitting. Maria had received the news that she would become a receptionist. She, a lead designer! She kicked the trash can out of her way, her anger rising.

She paced back and forth, fists clenched. She began mentally cataloging all the things she had done for the company, all the hours she’d put in. It felt like her contributions had been completely disregarded. She looked around at her old office, her office. No longer.

She grabbed her phone and started making calls. The printer's mechanical noises did nothing to soothe her. She was done.