Gemotions

"Just like that," I mumbled, gesturing towards the spreadsheet. My voice felt rough, like sandpaper. The new guy, Kevin, scribbled furiously in his notebook, a stark contrast to my own sluggish movements. The coffee I'd chugged earlier did nothing.

The air conditioning blasted icy air. It did nothing to cool the simmering frustration bubbling beneath my skin. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this purgatory of repetition.

I closed my eyes briefly, picturing the beach. The sand, the waves, the sheer freedom of it. Then, I forced myself to open them, to face the reality of the training session and the inevitable end. Each passing click of the mouse felt like a hammer blow.