Gemotions

The lunch break was a blur of forced small talk. Alex watched his replacement, a young woman named Chloe, eat her sandwich with gusto. Alex, on the other hand, just picked at his food, the taste of it uninteresting.

He’d spent the morning explaining the intricacies of the workflow, the intricacies he was now desperate to forget. The constant demands, the never-ending tasks, and the feeling that he was going nowhere were becoming overwhelming. He felt a deep ache in his bones, as if his body was rejecting the very fabric of his day.

He pushed his plate away, a feeling of despondency settling in. He wanted to be anywhere but there.