Gemotions

He’d always enjoyed the buzz of the sales floor. The energy, the competition, the feeling of closing a deal. Now, transferred to the mailroom, Mark felt like an afterthought. He’d gone from hunter to gatherer.

The piles of paperwork seemed to mock him. He spent his days sorting, stamping, and delivering documents. His once-sharp mind felt dull, his enthusiasm nonexistent. He delivered mail with a slouch, his shoulders rounded. His gait was slower.

He’d see his old colleagues heading to meetings, laughing, animated. He’d hide behind the cart, feeling an unfamiliar sting in his eyes. He stopped making eye contact. The joy he once felt in his work, vanished.