Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the manufacturing floor buzzed, matching the high-pitched whine in Robert’s ears. He looked around. His new workstation was surrounded by machinery. He was a marketing strategist. He was not a mechanic.

He watched the engineers, their movements precise and sure. He felt clumsy, out of place. He wanted to run. The smell of oil and metal made him feel…unsettled. He leaned against the wall.

He forced himself to approach his new supervisor. He felt as if he was walking into a trial. Each step forward felt heavy. His palms were sweating.