Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a mocking eye. The new hire, a young man who looked barely old enough to vote, was patiently waiting for guidance. He needed to explain the coding, the logic, the whole damn mess. His head felt like it was filled with cotton.

“Okay,” he began, his voice raspy. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying far more than he intended. The endless cycles of debugging, the pressure of deadlines, it was all too much. He just wanted to shut the screen, to walk away.

His shoulders slumped, a subtle indication of his lack of willingness to embark on another round of the same explanations. He tried to focus, to find the patience he no longer possessed, and to start.