Gemotions

The email notification on the work computer – the official cancellation of the party he’d spent weeks organizing for his boss – was like a physical blow. He stared at the words, the impersonal corporate language a betrayal of all the effort he'd invested. His shoulders slumped, a weight pressing down on him. He felt pinned to his chair, unable to get up, a prisoner of circumstance. He closed his eyes, picturing the faces of the colleagues who had committed to coming. He felt a deep sense of inadequacy, a gnawing uncertainty about his place in everything. The feeling of the office was suffocating him.