Gemotions

David hated the hum of the server room. He missed the sunlight and the open windows of the sales department, the familiar buzz of the phones, the quick pace. The rhythmic blinking of the server lights seemed to taunt him, a constant reminder of his isolation. He felt disconnected from the flow of things.

He tried to join the team for lunch, but their conversation was technical, filled with jargon he didn't understand. He retreated to his desk, the silence a physical pressure. He felt a profound sense of missing out, of being an outsider looking in. He stared at his screen, the code feeling foreign and impenetrable.