grumble and growl and gripe
So, it's after 2 am, and I'm just getting back from the school.
I spent most of the day (yesterday that is)getting my class' memory books ready. I also made a pie. Then I went to the get-together with the pie. At about a quarter to 11 (pm) I left the party and went to the school to get the book printed. I figured no one would be there. I would have the printers to myself. Barring any unforeseen technical difficulties, I would be done by midnight. Right?
Wrong.
Now each memory book has about 10 pages, maybe more depending on the attendance and general levels of shyness of the child. If the kid's a ham, he or she will have a few extra pictures. If they walk around with their hands over their faces every time they see a camera, well, I'll take a few pictures of that just to be a jerk, but I won't fill the whole book with it. But anyway, thirty four students, roughly ten or so pages each. It's a big print job, which is why I was going in late at night so it wouldn't take forever with eight other teachers trying to use the color printer.
That was my logic anyway.
Tonight, Printer 119, for reasons of its own, can only print one page every three minutes, with a fifteen minute lull in between queues. I timed it. And it took a full frickin' three hours just to get all the files queued. Which is INSANE. There's no way it should take that long. Nothing else I've ever printed on that printer has ever taken anywhere near that long. By the end of hour three, I had had enough and left it to leisurely print its way through the queue. I'll go in check it again around noonish.
And while I'm griping, I REALLY hate that Dorito's commercial with the chick in that taxi eating late night taco flavor Doritos or whatever and everything around her turns to a night club. She eats those chips like they're made of glass and she doesn't want to cut her tongue. She eats them like she hates them. If you wanna sell chips, hire somebody who can at least take a bite of one without the squeamish daintiness that suggests they found this chip on the seat of that cab when they got in, but are being paid to eat it.
I spent most of the day (yesterday that is)getting my class' memory books ready. I also made a pie. Then I went to the get-together with the pie. At about a quarter to 11 (pm) I left the party and went to the school to get the book printed. I figured no one would be there. I would have the printers to myself. Barring any unforeseen technical difficulties, I would be done by midnight. Right?
Wrong.
Now each memory book has about 10 pages, maybe more depending on the attendance and general levels of shyness of the child. If the kid's a ham, he or she will have a few extra pictures. If they walk around with their hands over their faces every time they see a camera, well, I'll take a few pictures of that just to be a jerk, but I won't fill the whole book with it. But anyway, thirty four students, roughly ten or so pages each. It's a big print job, which is why I was going in late at night so it wouldn't take forever with eight other teachers trying to use the color printer.
That was my logic anyway.
Tonight, Printer 119, for reasons of its own, can only print one page every three minutes, with a fifteen minute lull in between queues. I timed it. And it took a full frickin' three hours just to get all the files queued. Which is INSANE. There's no way it should take that long. Nothing else I've ever printed on that printer has ever taken anywhere near that long. By the end of hour three, I had had enough and left it to leisurely print its way through the queue. I'll go in check it again around noonish.
And while I'm griping, I REALLY hate that Dorito's commercial with the chick in that taxi eating late night taco flavor Doritos or whatever and everything around her turns to a night club. She eats those chips like they're made of glass and she doesn't want to cut her tongue. She eats them like she hates them. If you wanna sell chips, hire somebody who can at least take a bite of one without the squeamish daintiness that suggests they found this chip on the seat of that cab when they got in, but are being paid to eat it.