Gemotions

The company picnic was a disaster. He smiled and feigned enthusiasm at the various games and activities, but inside, a knot twisted in his gut. He learned about the pay disparity last week. The new graphic designer, who he was training, earned considerably more. The irony was not lost on him.

He felt a constant unease, a jittery sensation in his stomach. He didn't participate in any of the games. He just stood on the periphery, watching the others laugh and play. He ate a hot dog, the taste of the processed meat adding to his general discomfort.

He made a quick exit before the event ended, his smile fading the instant he was out of earshot. He felt the need to get away, to be alone.