Happy Disgruntled Wednesday

It's never a good thing when I walk in the door and see the Typed Note on my side of the desk. Usually, it means more work for me. Before I've had my first round of coffee.

Let me explain.

My work area is shared between myself and two other people. For the time being, it's just Coworker #1 and myself. Coworker #2 starts next week. But I digress. Coworker #1 has this nasty little habit of leaving things for me to do in the morning, instead of doing them herself at night. In most cases, it's little easy things that would take a grand total of 5 minutes to finish. Instead I get nice, neat typed notes about what needs to be done. Who types up notes anyway? I don't know about anyone else but I'm more the kind of person who is inclined to scribble something on a piece of paper.

Again, I digress. The point is, wouldn't you just handle the issue yourself? Yeah. Me too.

So now I've started off the day slightly perturbed. The blood pressure's up a little. And all before 8 a.m.

I may need a second cup of coffee today.