Gemotions

His toes wiggled inside his too-tight dress shoes as he awaited his turn. The entire situation was a fantastic lark, really. He imagined himself, clad in a ridiculous oversized hat, interviewing for the position of Chief Marketing Officer, just to disrupt the monotony. His heart felt light, as if a helium balloon had lodged in his chest.

The bland waiting room, with its generic art and uncomfortable chairs, was almost a canvas for his mental antics. He felt the urge to start a spontaneous interpretive dance, using the potted plant as a partner. Instead, he opted to tap his fingers on his knee in a rapid, almost frantic rhythm.

The door opened, and his rival, Sarah, emerged, her face neutral. He could almost see her internal calculations. He winked at her, and she gave him a small, bewildered smile. It was going to be such a blast to see who got the job.