Sometimes there aren't enough words. Sometimes a situation is so awful and yet so amusing. Sometimes things are just la de dah de dah . . .BAM!
That's all I've got.
Today
I came to work. Early nonetheless. Before I made it to my desk I was bombarded with 18 fax and copy machine manuals. "Please walk around the building and update all 28 machines to reflect the correct time and date. Also, delete/add one-touch abbreviated dialing numbers. If you have time, please look through all these manuals and tab the pages you think we use most frequently. Oh, by the way, I am in a meeting until noon. Okay? Good luck."
Ha, tear, ha, tear
Does she know that her request is the equivalent of asking Dick Enrico to climb Mount Everest? I am girly. I don't know how to program big technical monstrosities. Ask my husband, he'll tell you. I am completely technically inept. I can barely play a DVD.
So off I go. Pushing around a little unwieldy cart full of manuals. I stop at each machine, fiddle through a manual (which all looks like gibberish to me), punch in a few numbers, and watch the error lights flash.
When the ordeal is finished I have managed to render seven machines completely useless. When the repair man finally comes to my aid, he says, "Man, I've never seen so many machines so messed up."
Thank you Mr. Fix-It man.
Now please add my name to some sort of blacklist, or give me a voucher forbidding me from ever meddling with these machines again.
THE END
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