Gemotions

The scent of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort for Mark, was now a source of annoyance. He'd been moved to the marketing department, a place of vibrant colors and loud chatter. He found it all terribly draining. He felt a deep desire to retreat into a dark room.

He stared at the email chain about the new ad campaign. It was filled with buzzwords and grand ideas, all of which made his stomach churn. The font was too small, the margins were too wide. Everything was too much.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, his eyes closed. He’d told himself he’d start on it later. Now. Or… possibly. Tomorrow, maybe.

He pulled out his phone, a familiar comfort. He checked his fantasy sports league, scrolling through scores and stats, a world far removed from the pressures of work.