It all started out this morning...
I have been having a very strange week. I think that the Lecturer's Strike had a lot to do with it. (The Lecturers, a large group of people who teach classes went on a strike and all of my classes were cancelled. So I had Monday and Tuesday off.) I've been thinking a lot and I've been talking to my housemate Mike, and getting to know him better. (YAY!!) (Eek!! I didn't really want to talk about this weekend I wanted to talk about today...that will be another post.) Anyway, I had a wierd extended weekend. Last night I didn't go to sleep until 2:30am or something. This morning I could not get out of bed. I don't know what happened...It was that warm fuzzy feeling I used to get at home when I was little. I actually woke up smiling.
Sigh...ThenIwenttoclass. Itwasboring.
It was when I went to rehearsal that it happened. I was innocently doing work on the computer, my normal routine and I started to print out the work that I was done with. I did about an hour and a half's worth of work when I grabbed the keys to the Stenopool from my Stage Manager. As I walked down the stairs, ramps and walkways I was singing along, happily. I unlocked the door and turned on the light. At first glance it looked as it normally does, empty and quiet, with only the soft whirring of the printer and photocopy machine. But then I saw it. There were none of my 10 pages in the tray of the printer. Upon looking closely, I noticed the document that was in the printer was stuck. Casually I pulled it out and hoped that the printer would correct it self. BUT NO!! The screen still said 13 Paper Jam. "Okay", I mutter to myself and start to open the different compartments attempting to clear the printer so that it would print my documents. Finally I found the lost paper...only a few centimeters were showing, and carefully I pulled out that piece of paper. Again I waited for the printer to correct itself and begin once again to print. This time it started to print, yet once again that stupid message 13 Paper Jam "DAMN YOU", I cry and remove once again a piece of paper. I decide that the paper is probably wrong and that is why it is jamming. I replace the paper but it still says it has a paper jam. It was here that I fully understood the anger at the copy machine in Office Space. I turn it off, I turn it on. I opened it up, I even put my finger on the part where I got the little bit of paper before. THE DAMN THING burned ME!! But finally after I cursed at it a bit more (perhaps it felt sorry for injuring me) and threatened to turn it off forever, it printed all of the things that I wanted it to. I was very pissed off by this point and proceeded to run away back to SPO (student production office) and curse it some more.
That my friends was my battle with the Printer. Thankfully I won, but it did draw the first blood.
And now I bid you adieu...I hope you enjoyed that special story.
besos y abrazos. S.
Sigh...ThenIwenttoclass. Itwasboring.
It was when I went to rehearsal that it happened. I was innocently doing work on the computer, my normal routine and I started to print out the work that I was done with. I did about an hour and a half's worth of work when I grabbed the keys to the Stenopool from my Stage Manager. As I walked down the stairs, ramps and walkways I was singing along, happily. I unlocked the door and turned on the light. At first glance it looked as it normally does, empty and quiet, with only the soft whirring of the printer and photocopy machine. But then I saw it. There were none of my 10 pages in the tray of the printer. Upon looking closely, I noticed the document that was in the printer was stuck. Casually I pulled it out and hoped that the printer would correct it self. BUT NO!! The screen still said 13 Paper Jam. "Okay", I mutter to myself and start to open the different compartments attempting to clear the printer so that it would print my documents. Finally I found the lost paper...only a few centimeters were showing, and carefully I pulled out that piece of paper. Again I waited for the printer to correct itself and begin once again to print. This time it started to print, yet once again that stupid message 13 Paper Jam "DAMN YOU", I cry and remove once again a piece of paper. I decide that the paper is probably wrong and that is why it is jamming. I replace the paper but it still says it has a paper jam. It was here that I fully understood the anger at the copy machine in Office Space. I turn it off, I turn it on. I opened it up, I even put my finger on the part where I got the little bit of paper before. THE DAMN THING burned ME!! But finally after I cursed at it a bit more (perhaps it felt sorry for injuring me) and threatened to turn it off forever, it printed all of the things that I wanted it to. I was very pissed off by this point and proceeded to run away back to SPO (student production office) and curse it some more.
That my friends was my battle with the Printer. Thankfully I won, but it did draw the first blood.
And now I bid you adieu...I hope you enjoyed that special story.
besos y abrazos. S.