I'm at the stage in an engineering project when phone calls are never a good thing. I'm not waiting for any feedback from customers or quotes from suppliers, so it's either a problem on the shop floor or a problem in the field. So, when I come back to my desk and see that red light lit up on my phone, there's a certain amount of panic that runs through my body. I contemplate all my potential escape routes and start estimating how much money I have in savings while I punch in my voice mail PIN.
At the very best, I can expect a trip out to Quality Control to make an argument over whether a dimension is critical or not. At worst, it's a day-long debate on just how stupid I really am.
But, every once in a while, there's days like today. When the message on my phone is 10 seconds of background shop noise and then the caller hangs up. Oh, the glorious call from a person who is too dazed to hang up during the voice mail preamble and doesn't realize I'm still not going to pick up 10 seconds into their recording of heavy breathing.
The relief from these messages almost makes up for the dread of seeing that red light. You take it where you can get it!