Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a welcome visitor, felt like a spotlight on the emptiness of the cubicle farm. He was teaching him the ins and outs of the job, the new recruit absorbing everything with a level of eagerness that made him feel… nothing.

"And then you file it under… well, you'll figure it out," he said, gesturing vaguely towards a stack of papers. John felt the skin around his eyes prickle. He longed to go home. He didn’t want to go home.

John watched the new guy, a fresh-faced college grad, type away. He had an empty apartment, an empty life, and was trying to fill the void with more and more coffee.