Mad
He was mad. Scratch that, he was livid. He did not want to go through the industrial training process that the board was requiring if he were to keep his job. Why should all the employees go through all these changes simply because they were being threatened to be replaces by machines. He wanted things to stay the same. He hated all these changes and hated that he no power to influence the decision making anymore. He gritted his teeth and waited for the long hand on the clock to reach the 12. Before long he was going to be sitting behind a little desk like a high school student being taught what he already knew. He blew out a breath.
