Gemotions

The new guy, Kevin, was a whirlwind of energy. He bounced in, full of questions and eager to learn. The contrast between Kevin's vibrant enthusiasm and his own sluggishness was jarring. He had become comfortable, almost complacent, with the routine. Now, watching Kevin effortlessly grasp the concepts, a familiar wave of unease washed over him.

He showed Kevin the shortcuts, the nuances, the tricks of the trade, things he had perfected over the years. Each piece of information felt like a piece of himself being handed over, a slow erosion. His own past was now an instruction manual.

He stared at his reflection in the window, and saw the evidence of time etched into his face. He felt like a spent resource.