Gemotions

The interview had gone swimmingly. Now, Sarah sat across from her trainee, a woman named Emily who looked about as lost as a kitten in a hurricane. Sarah suppressed a laugh. She had this.

“So, Emily,” she began, her tone measured and calm, “Let’s start with the basics.” She gestured towards the enormous spreadsheet on her computer screen, a thing of beauty she had built from scratch.

As Sarah explained the nuances of data analysis, she found herself enjoying the challenge. She was in her element, weaving intricate explanations and simplifying complicated jargon. Emily hung on her every word, which Sarah found amusing. The woman seemed to understand that she was witnessing true mastery.

Later, as Sarah ate lunch in the break room, she had a quiet sense of satisfaction. She knew she was good. She always had been.