Catridges 2
In my new gig, I’m going through print cartridges like certain Congresspersons go through bribes. (Alternative link here, with apologies to the Schlafly family).
Every rewrite of a procedure needs to be printed out and taken to the operators who perform the task so they can correct it and approve it. The Boss doesn’t want to see anything until it has received “operator approval.”
So, tonight, I was printing out three procedures.
They just weren’t printing. They were all torn and jammed, with great hunks missing out of paper. Heart attacks were impending.
I think I discovered the culprit.
Someone was playing with those tantalizing bits of paper jerkily moving forward on the printer tray.
Once I locked her in the pantry, the print jobs completed smoothly.
Oh, yeah. When they were done, I did release her. But it’s her Favorite Place. She likes to sleep on the water heater.
March 16, 2007 at 8:45 am
I have the same ‘malfunction’ on my machine. She also uses it as her perch to irritate the birds & look out the window. Until I have to use it, then she gets ran off. She’s not above playing with the paper as copies come out, or a fax comes in.
March 16, 2007 at 6:46 pm
Well, the computer’s not near a window and it’s not my primary computer (there are five computers in this house). She doesn’t usually mess with it unless I’m there, which is seldom, and, even then, she’s more interested in interfering with me than in the computer.
But the printer is networked to my work computer, so that’s where the work prints out.
It’s fascinating stuff–if you like cooling towers.