Monday, March 12, 2012

Where are you?

I'm searching for many things...but today, papers would be one of the many.

We are required to send a weekly newsletter home to parents.  No problem.  I normally type it in during my prep, but I had finished it early and sent it before school even began.  Walking down to the copy machine, I stopped and said hi to a few people.

Peeking into the room, I noticed NOTHING in the top tray.  No problem.  Someone probably moved it.  Nope.

Back to the drawing board.  I sent it this time to the lounge copier to pick up on my prep.  Walking down to the lounge, I stayed on my mission.  Popping into the lounge, I noticed the familiar red, blinking light.

You've got to be kidding me!

Paper jam.  Insert any words you would like to here...

I fixed it.

Job going again.

Jam.  Again, insert any words you would like to here...

Job going again.

Jam.  You know the drill...

I walked off (keeping the words to myself) and printed a copy off in my room.

I'm sure tomorrow I will have two copies of my letter in my mailbox.

Oh, copy machines, how I love you and loathe you all within two seconds.

5 comments:

Christy Rush-Levine said...

Argh! Good for you for finding a slice in this aggravation! I despise shared printers. Somebody always snags my stuff OR I forget I ever printed it by the time I have time to walk down the hall to get it!

T. Blauvelt said...

I feel your pain. Something always seem to happen to slow you down on days you plan to get things done early. I glad you could so restraint in the lounge while being constantly frustrated.

Unknown said...

This happens to me too, especially when I'm in a hurry. What I hate even more than paper jams is people leaving colored paper in the tray. Sorry, hope I didn't dredge up another bad printer memory :) Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Ha! You did what you said and made this your slice today...and you kept your words appropriate! I enjoy the way you wrote your journey to get your newsletter ready.

Jessica said...

I feel your pain! This seems to happen every time. I could visualize your journey to get your newsletter.