I probably shouldn't have even come in to work yesterday, but I believed I would feel better if I were busy instead of sitting around the house moping about Dempsey. By noon I was pretty sure I did not want to be at work. Emotionally I was drained, so I got permission to leave.

Before leaving, though, I left some work in our production department. I just needed some sheets laminated and trimmed, and then moved to the mail room for overnight delivery to another office. Very simple, and I left detailed instruction notes in the production room and in the mail room. Then I asked one of my co-workers to double-check before he left at the end of the day. I left the office confident that all would proceed.

No surprise to come in this morning and find the covers still in the production department.

I've spoken to one man down there, but he didn't do the work so doesn't know why the covers never made it to the mail room. he doesn, however, remember my note. My other note is still on the desk in the mail room. My co-worker hasn't arrived yet.

I'm stymied and frustrated.

Oh, and pissed.