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Our copier has been jamming a lot (and not in the fun, reggae way, either) lately.  This causes two major problems for me.  One, I copy thousands of pages of phone bills every month, and the jams make the entire process longer and more ridiculous than it needs to be.  Two, the copier is right behind my desk, so if it jams for anyone else, there end up being people milling around behind me, checking out what's on my desk (which is often confidential) as they whine and try to fix the copier.  Then I get pressed into service as Junior Copier Repair Gal.

The copier service tech comes in twice a week to 'make sure the machine is operating optimally'.  Yeah, that's a massive fail.  So, I spend lots of time describing to this guy what has gone wrong with the machine since I last saw him, and learning how to fix it.

Today, when the repair guy stopped by, he told me he discussed some of our copier woes with another technician.  The response he got was "The copier isn't at it's best when it copies anything other than 8 1/2" by 11".  Tell her to stop copying so many off-sized pages."

Yeah, umm, why don't I just call the phone company and tell them they have to change their paper size because my copier doesn't like their little papers. I'll get right on that.

Sorry to everyone who looked at that post about the nachos and went 'huh?'.  There was supposed to be a picture to go with it, and then it would have been much more amusing.  You know, to me.

Pics will probably not go up until sometime tomorrow; I don't want to miss a posting time fussing with the cameraphone.  Next time, I'll just bring the real camera.

So, I sat here for at least 20 minutes, and poured my heart out.  I touched on my work frustrations, my feelings of creative suffocation, the upcoming traditional sporting event, and my writing and the path it's taken in the last two weeks, and how I feel like I'm deserting my fans at the moment with my complete inability to be in any way creative or organized.

Livejournal deleted it all, then recovered a blank page.

I have no clue why that happened.  And it's really kind of 'grrr' making.  But, let's face it, it wasn't interesting to anyone other than me, anyway.  So, no great loss.  Not that I think anything else here is really fascinating, but, you know.

So, I'm just gonna go find something else to do, now.  More later, since this is one of the few things I can write at the moment.