Gemotions

The new office was a concrete box, devoid of natural light. The move to the warehouse management team was a crushing blow to Carol. She'd been a manager in the creative design team.

She started to avoid eye contact, her shoulders hunched, her movements slow and deliberate. The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to amplify the shadows under her eyes. She felt the warmth of her creativity freeze, her ideas stagnating.

She began to spend her lunch breaks alone, eating in silence, staring at the bland walls of the break room. She felt like a prisoner in her own life, trapped in a job she loathed.