Gemotions

"Okay, so here's the sales report template," I said, trying to sound as if I wasn't being devoured from the inside out. My new counterpart, a young woman with a sharp haircut, listened intently. The template was my baby. I created it from scratch. Now I had to share it.

The office felt too noisy, the printers too loud. I felt a stinging sensation behind my eyes. I felt a sudden urge to get up and walk away, but instead, I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white. I found myself rambling, over-explaining details that were obvious. I couldn’t stop.