Jenny

The Bangles song “Manic Monday“ says it all.  It is the beginning of the work week, and I am not that crazy about going into the office.  So, my Monday usually begins with the alarm going off, and me hitting the snooze button a few times until I realize that if I hit it one more time, I will make myself late for work.  Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is my Monday morning ritual every week.  Running a few minutes behind and just making it into work with a few minutes to spare. Sounds familiar? 

Well, I figured I would post something this Monday that would cut right through the Monday “Blues,“ and hopefully give us all a bit of pick-me-up this Monday.  Enjoy, and hopefully your Monday did not turn into a “Manic Monday.”

Donna

For many years we had this old, but nice, Cannon printer in our office.  I knew how to use that printer inside out—literally.  I liked working with it, and it like working with me.  We never had any major issues, and printing documents was a smooth pleasure.

But then, the Canon printer died.

Instead of buying another printer from the Cannon family, my boss got us a “brother” printer.  But, not a “brother” like Cannon’s brother, but “brother” like the brand “brother.”  This “brother” printer is more modern than our old Cannon printer.  It is one of those all-in-one printers with printing, copying and color scanning capacity.

But, this “brother” printer hates me.

I don’t mean it hates me a little bit.  I’m talking hate, as working hard to make my life as miserable as possible.  I swear, this printer must have a plot against me.

For the past hour I’ve been trying to print a very simple one page document.  But, this crazy printer is out of control.  It has wasted about 30 pages printing illegible, non-sense stuff, and now it claims that it has a “jammed paper.”  But, I cannot find any “jammed paper.”  I fact, this is because there is no jammed paper.  This printer is lying to my face!  This “bro” is a lying printer.  And it is not only lying to my face, I can feel it laughing at me too.

The printer is enjoying watching me get frustrated. 

Listen to me, “bro”, if you don’t print the letter, I swear I am going to grab you with my two perfectly soft hands and launch you across the office.  And in case you haven’t noticed, I hate you, too, “bro.”

Don’t you just hate when this happens?