Gemotions

The air in the engineering department felt heavy, thick with the scent of soldering fumes and the ghost of deadlines. Marco, the new transfer, felt the weight of the change as he sat in his small new office. He missed the rhythm of his old team. Now, he was in IT, the land of coding.

His knuckles cracked as he ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he'd adopted. He picked up his pen, tapping it against the desk in a rhythmic beat, an attempt to anchor himself. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a disquiet that settled in the pit of his stomach.

He longed for the familiar precision of blueprints, the tangible satisfaction of building something. Here, everything was abstract, intangible, a maze of unfamiliar jargon. The weight of his new task was heavy, and he felt the slow burn of resentment as the minutes passed.