Nerves

6:15 pm, at work.  My heart is thumping, sweat is pooling in my bra, my fingers are jittery and throwing out losts off typoss.  Why?  Oh, just another fun disciplinary action I’m waiting to dole out, to a night shift girl for being late.  Who is, fittingly, 15 minutes late now and counting.  I hate these.  No matter how many times you do them – and I do them all the time – I still hate the things.  I’m also telling her she can’t take a vacation that she apparently signed up for but never told me about.  This weekend.  This holiday weekend.

My fingers are freezing.  I want to go home.  Home, an hour’s drive away, and my night ticks down.  Tick tick.  Thump thump says my heart in response to the clock.  Wiggle wiggle says the baby in my belly.