Whine whine whine, why do you seem cranky?

The Mentor has developed a horrible habit. She meanders into the office around 9:30 in the morning, then promptly begins to whine… and I am never sure if she is whining to me or herself.

“Mumble, mumble, mumble” in a cranky voice.
“I can’t hear you, are you talking to me?” I ask.
“Mumble, mumble, mumble.”
“What?”
“Mumble, I am just talking to myself. Have you seen that email?”
“What email?”
Silence.

“Stuff really seems to be hitting the fan around here.” She begins again.
“Like what?” I ask again.
Silence.

“Is this printer jammed?” Smack, slam, crash. In a whining voice, “Party Planner,” (he takes care of all of our IT problems plus plans all of our social gatherings.) “Will you fix this? I cannot get anything done, all I have done all day is fix things,” she snaps.
“Like what?” I ask again

“Well, Production has still not done their job. I am still waiting on blah, blah, blah...”

I lost track of what she was saying, I think I may have fallen asleep.

“Do you need to look at this before I tell Production it is ‘OK to print’?” I ask, trying to change the subject to something a little more productive.

“Does Production not know how to dummy?” she responds after thumbing through the pages.

“I didn't think it looked that bad.”

The Mentor replies to my glass half full remark, “What is wrong with you today? You seem awfully cranky.”