As mentioned, tonight’s one of those “rush” days cos of coursework and stuff. I’ve driven to London and back to fix a printer. This involved the most basic of technical terms:
RTFM.
Page 24 of the Dell 3000cn’s, to be precise. The one that tells you exactly how to do it and which I did in 15 minutes. 4 hours 15 minutes to drive there, 4 hours to drive back. One hour on site, and most of that sat waiting for the guy I was visiting to come out of a meeting.
We’re having some major issues with printers across a lot of sites at the moment. Some niggly things, some utter mysteries, some sorted by wiggling cables. They’re taking up a lot of our time, though.
We had a bit of a brainstorm and reckon we could have some solutions.
Idea one – supply each site with an infinite number of monkeys. This way, they’ll have all the documents they’ll ever need before they even need them. Downsides include having to soft through them all to find the one they want, having to sustain an infinitely large paper bill and finding a cupboard big enough to store the monkeys.
Idea two – pre-schoolers, or alternatively graduates who can just copy stuff out for them. Of course, there’s then a debate as to which one will have the better handwriting and grammar.
Idea three – replace each printer with a monk. They can sit cross-legged on a desk, so only take up about the same amount of space as the original printer. They’re quiet (the *scratch* of a quill is hardly disturbing), and one week in four they’ll be fasting so you won’t even have to feed them. The only downside is that each policy certificate could take up to a year to produce, but at least it would be really good quality.
In London?! And no offer to buy me a pint?!
Honestly.
And I thought you were nice.
In London?! And no offer to pop down to the South Coast & buy me a litre of finest vino blanco?
Well, really!
Yeesh. I was down there and back up inside one working day, and in Enfield. Nowhere near either of you. I notice neither of you offered to pop over and sort me out with some lunch. I was flipping starving by the time I left site.
I’ve now got pastry crumbs all over the front seat. It’s difficult to eat a steak bake at 70mph. Especially when you find out the hard way that the filling’s still hot.
If only you’d said – I’d have been round with a picnic hamper packed with the finest delicacies to titilate your tastebuds*
I prefer their cheese & onion pasties myself – too suspicious of where the “steak” actually came from!
*all words in this sentence may be** a complete lie
** are
That’s a poor excuse Mosh and you know it.
Here are two lovely ladies desiring free booze and u rebuff both of them.
Ur going straight to hell.
JJ – it was raining anyway. Much as I appreciate the thought, I don’t fancy getting a cold right now. And onion is evil.
Ana – I’ll see you there. Keep a comfy (smouldering) mattress warm for me 😉
Yeah, but can the monks do Verdana?
JyJ – there’d have been no point taking him delicacies – he is a right fussy bugger. He’d have been *very* happy with a cheese sarnie – but just make sure it’s the right cheese!
And Mosh – you went all the way to London, and didn’t make a round trip to buy me a beer?
I am not fussy. Everyone else is just awkward and insists on messing with perfectly good bland food and ******* it up.