Gemotions

The new department, Research and Development, felt sterile. The move was a direct slap in the face. Eleanor, a woman who thrived on human interaction, felt like she had been sentenced to a life of isolation.

She took to leaving passive-aggressive notes on the communal refrigerator, detailing the egregious misdeeds of her coworkers. She’d rearrange everyone’s carefully ordered files on the shared drive, just enough to cause a mild inconvenience.

The rhythmic click of her tongue became a constant companion as she reviewed project proposals, finding fault with every single one, and enjoying every second of it. She took a certain glee in suggesting her coworkers were wrong.