My school was hosting open house tonight, so everyone was running around like gang-busters, trying to get everything done before the parents started arriving. So, in order to have work ready for my little darlings for bright-and-early Monday morning, I head off to the school copy machine with a thick sheaf of papers to copy.
The machine repeatedly jammed. I could get three or four pages run, and the machine would jam again. I spent *two hours* dickering with the machine, and barely got some of the work I wanted run done. Not all - some. Meanwhile, other staff members are looking in, and wanting to use the machine as well. Finally, the secretary calls the Copy Man to come and fix the eternally-jammed machine.
The copier limps along. Everyone blames me for breaking it. Are we sure it's not actually Monday, and I'm just not aware of it? :(
Being An Adult
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