Gemotions

"Alright, so, the customer database," I mumbled, my voice thick with the remnants of sleep. I gestured vaguely towards the computer screen. My eyes felt heavy, and the thought of explaining anything felt like an insurmountable climb.

Across the desk, the new guy, Kevin, was all bright-eyed enthusiasm. He leaned forward, expectant. I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to appear engaged.

The coffee cup sat cold beside me. I wondered if the break room had any of those instant oatmeals. Too much effort, probably. "Just… click this button," I said, pointing a finger with minimal enthusiasm. "And then… follow the prompts."