Staring At The Clock

I had been watching the clock all day, willing it to speed up to 4:30 and the start of my holiday. I'd like to think my work hadn't suffered.

It was 3:45 when the email came in. It was a simple little note, one of the floor managers thinking someone should maybe take a look at a slightly warm machine.

I should have checked it out. Should have called up my on-call engineer and brought them in. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be wide awake now, expecting a phone call to demand I return and fix something.