Gemotions

“Well, this is just great,” Mark thought, staring at the email. The IT department. After five years in Graphics, he was being shuffled off to fix people's printers and troubleshoot network issues. He felt a deep, slow burn of resentment simmer within him.

His new office was a cramped cubicle, smelling faintly of stale coffee and desperation. He ignored the helpful offers from his new colleagues to show him around. He sat down at his computer and promptly closed all the welcome emails.

He received a help desk ticket about a broken monitor. He deleted it. Then another. He deleted that one too. He felt a smirk creep onto his face as he imagined the frustration of the ticket submitters. He was going to make them wait.

Later, he found himself staring out the window, at the bright sunlight spilling on the lawn. He sighed and went back to his desk, feeling a deep ache in his chest.