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I was going to finish that damn social story project if it got me fired or killed me. I got back a tad early from my mandatory fire safety meeting and thought. . . okay, I’m tackling this
fucking gosh darn unrippable project for Lily that I keep putting off. . . and it just. Kept. Eluding me.
So mostly I was freaked out because I was doing it at work, and it's not like you can hide a “comic book” that's double-sided by turning it over to the blank side. So I was very conscious of printing it out quickly, scooping it up and stowing it safely in my laptop bag. None of which happened.
The first time I printed it upside down (page one right side up, page two upside down), because. .. the unrippable paper is so heavy you have to enter a special setting on the laser copier in order for it not to jam every time, and entering the type of paper it is precludes the use of double-sided copies. I guess the copy machine understood that it would jam itself if it tried.
The second time, I didn't realize it printed last to first. So, I printed all the evens, 2,4,6,8 then flipped them over, and printed out 1,3,5,7 only instead of 1-2, 3-4, 5-6, 7-8. . . it was 7-2, 5-4, 3-6, 1-8. MAGICAL!!!!
I didn't actually even figure out what the hell went wrong until I said eff (the word was not actually “eff”) this and printed the evens, then did four separate print jobs for the odds and fed them one at a time through the stupid copy machine.
I didn’t trust the copy machine not to jam, so I had an access code added to the print jobs that required me to enter a password everytime I printed so that I could manually feed the papers without worrying abouta jam.
Bear in mind this was taking like an hour where I was just standing at the copy machine looking, for all intents and purposes, as if I was photocopying comic books while on the company nickel.
|The Iron Maiden|
I could not, with my Bachelor of Science Degree in Chemical Engineering, for the life of me figure out how to line up the pages and the binding mechanism such that it would spiral bind when I yanked the crank. I finally had to enlist the company's technical writer (read: copy clerk/part-time waitress) to help me figure it out.
And now. . . now I'm done.
I’m a GENIUS!!!*
*well. . . at least I finished the project.