It's scary that the entire tone of my day at work can be determined by a red light. Allow me to explain.
My job is not a 9-to-5, check in and check out kind of thing. I support enterprise-wide systems that have to be up and running 24x7x365, and no one hesitates to call you in the middle of the night if something isn't working. In addition to this lovely support time, I also have new development in the pipeline. And, you guessed it, it's always something of a critical nature.
So if I come in to the office and see the little red light on my phone indicating that I have a voice mail, a chill goes down my spine. I know that whoever left that message for me may have changed the entire plan that I had for myself that day. And that's just the way this job works.
But, hey, I have two young boys, so I'm used to having my plans changed for me.