Mar 18, 2005

The freakin' copier at work is in love with me.

Put in a large run and as soon as I walked out the door, it jammed. Fixed it, it ran for a few copies. I walked out the door, and it jammed AGAIN. Repeat the scenario, one more time.

The next time it happened, I said to the machine "ok, you want me to stay in here with you, I'll stay." Yes, now I'm talking to the office equipment

Fifty copies. NO PROBLEMS.

So I walked out the door. Not TWO FEET from the room, it JAMMED AGAIN.

Went back in, fixed it, promised I'd stay til the end of the run. No more problems.

Just what I need. Office equipment with separation anxiety.

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