Gemotions

The news of a move to the IT support team had been delivered with a flourish. "You'll be great!" The words still echoed in his mind. He'd been in the archive for fifteen years. He felt the weight of history there. This felt modern, different, and unwanted.

He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. He hated computers. He'd fought to avoid them for years. Now, he had to embrace them. He imagined being on a first-name basis with all of them.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness. He saw himself as the caretaker of the past, not the problem-solver of the present. He stared at his feet, and his shoulders slumped. The light in the office seemed too bright.