Gemotions

John sat at his desk, surrounded by boxes of paper and ancient office supplies. The air was thick with dust. He stared at the nameplate on his new desk: "John Smith, Inventory Control." He felt a cold dread settle in his stomach.

He'd spent years training, mastering the nuances of project management. He'd managed huge budgets and important deadlines. Now? Now he was counting widgets.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and ran a hand over his face. The weight of his responsibilities felt suddenly immense, crushing. He wanted to scream.