Gemotions

The coffee tasted like dirt. Sarah grimaced, the bitterness doing little to rouse her from the pervasive sluggishness that clung to her. She watched as David, her replacement, confidently set up his workstation. *Transition Plan: Sarah to onboard David*. The words mocked her from the email’s subject line.

David, fresh out of college, was a whirlwind of energy. He peppered Sarah with questions, his excitement infectious. Sarah, however, found herself struggling to keep up.

Her shoulders slumped. She wanted nothing more than to curl up under her desk and simply be still. Explanations became shorter, her answers vague. She felt the warmth of the overhead lights, a gentle pressure against her closed eyelids. She just wanted the day to end.