It wasn't often that Philomen questioned his career choices--and when he did, it was never very seriously or very long--but the times when it happened followed a certain pattern. Mostly, it would be when he found himself of a morning, drinking a cup of tea in the break room and staring down at least half a shift before he could go home and sleep. He'd been staring into his cup with the sort of energy one might expect of someone who was only half-way through work at seven in the morning when the door to the staff room opened.
"Good morning," Philomen greeted when he saw it was McKinnon coming in. "Are you just starting or taking a break?"