Gemotions

He slammed the door of his new cubicle a bit harder than necessary. The flimsy partition shuddered in protest. Thomas sank into his chair, the vinyl cold against his skin. This wasn’t him. He wasn't the kind of person who worked in IT, surrounded by wires and the incessant glow of monitors. He was a people person.

He ran a hand through his hair, already feeling the familiar pressure behind his eyes. The air conditioning blasted a frigid wind, chilling him to the bone. He pulled his sweater tighter, a futile attempt to ward off the encroaching chill.

“Hey, new guy. Need help setting up?” a voice boomed from across the aisle. Thomas managed a weak smile, but the words felt like lead in his mouth. He just wanted to crawl back in his bed and never come out.