Owned by work. . . .

[pfists_of_pfury]

When I lived in PA my job was operating a ten-million dollar state-of-theart printing press. I had to run it, maintain it, and repair it. It had gears in the thing almost as round as I am tall. It had computer systems, double-round cylinders, insanely complex cutting, folding, and collating equipment on it. And I got that thing to run 12 hours a day spitting out picture-perfect copies.

And so I sit here in my little office at work and the Oki dot-matrix continuous-feed printer I use for purchase orders is kicking my ass all friggin' morning.