When I signed on to my lovely little stint in the working world.. I had no idea that I would take up the post as a resident photocopy fixer. That is my designation, all that I aspire to will never be... as I am the photocopy repair person, the tactical advisor, the person that has the error codes hardwired into herbrain. I am the one and only. I want to know how the world copes when I am not their to fix the photocopier...just earlier... I watched as one of my friends march up to me in a frenzy.... "please fix the photocopier"... as the sacred page of paper vibrated in her hands.... I escort her and her vibrating paper down the hall, to the dreaded machine. Reds lights flashing, arrows flying in all directions.... and her voice begins to escalate, and her feet begin marching up and down, as she is pointing at the possessed machine..."See, see what I am talking about... how am I supposed to know what to do... see, see!!" I talk her down from her tizzy... "See here, I am the one easily aggravated... don't get all aggravated... because then I will have to outdo your aggravation and see you two aggravations, and raise you one, see?" A puzzled look floated across her face... as I opened drawers, and pressed buttons, and pulled papers... and that was it. Once again, my ultimate dream job as the foremost photocopy fixer once again came through for me. Till tomorrow when someone new replaces me, and then they become the one and only photocopy fixer....
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D, you should come and be our resident copier fixer...we really need one. We have about 6 machines and at least 2 always seem to be broken....we need you.
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