Pet Peeves

Can anyone explain why, after a 4 day weekend and my having to go to the doc this morning to get poked and prodded, the receptionist here felt the need to come in my office *before I'd even put my stuff down* to ask me about where something was? Like I have any fucking idea right now? I'll show you where I'd like to put it. That is probably my number one pet peeve, jumping all over me before I even walk in the door. God I hate this place. Talk about your day starting badly. Leave me alone!