Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the office window, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. John was too distracted to notice. He was consumed by the information he had learned.

He kept glancing over at the new hire’s desk, trying to gauge his performance, to find fault. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples, a tightness in his chest.

He took to studying the company's internal job postings, comparing his experience to the requirements for higher-level positions. He spent hours crafting a new resume, tweaking his skills and emphasizing his achievements. He knew he had to be better, faster.