Categories: ramblings
Date: 02 October 2008 14:31:49
There is a special corner of Hell reserved for people who use the last of the paper in the photocopier and then go stamping off to use another machine, making a huge flamin' dramarama out of the fact that the first machine is broken, and leaving it empty with a full box of paper sat next to it.
No, it's not broken; you're just too stupid to be allowed out unsupervised.
Photocopiers need paper in them in order to function. Paper is a finite resource; photocopiers do not come equipped with little paper-making fairies in the bottom of the paper trays, you actually have to open the boxes of paper, take the ream wrappers off, and put the paper in the machine yourself. I appreciate this is a terribly hard task for most men to manage, but I'm sure if you just bend your mind towards the mission, instead of talking loudly about football right by my ear when I'm on the phone to yet another supplier whose invoice you haven't approved, you'd be able to accomplish it.
Or, you know, just shout and carry on about the useless piece of rubbish equipment and storm off to use up all the paper in another machine.
Still, if he then has the nerve to complain about the carmine streaks on the paper, I shall just smile, smugly. Serves him right that I forgot to put top coat on when I painted my nails last night, and this particular colour (a deep red, almost maroon) transfers like nothing on earth.
Men and photocopiers.
It's never a happy combination.
And it's always men. Women tend to fix them when they jam, or put more paper in when they're empty, or call the print room to report a fault they can't fix/the toner cartridge running out. As a general rule, men just stand there shouting and kicking it.