I suppose that there are parts of the world where people wake up on sunny Friday mornings, enjoy their usual morning routines, and breeze into work secure in the knowledge that they can handle most anything because tomorrow is Saturday and morning cartoons.
In fact once upon a time I used to be such a person. I remember fondly those Fridays; waking up 3 hours before dawn and stumbling blindly around the house tripping on toys until I somehow manage to shower and dress myself (hopefully in that order) and then hustling the kids out of the door before they are completely awake. Those days were the best days because anyone can survive work for 15 hours until the weekend.
All that changed today. As with most Fridays, I breezed into the teacher workroom to run off a quick set of quizzes. The copier was already on and warmed up, so I figured that I’d be out of there in 10 minutes at the most. So I popped my originals into the tray and my daily allotment of carefully hoarded school-approved paper into the bottom of the machine and hit the big green button.
whirr – CHUNK.
I had managed to produce exactly zero copies when the machine jammed. “No problem,” I thought, “It’s Friday. I’ll just clear out the papers and try again.”
whirr, whirr, whirr – CHUNK.
“Huh. Jammed again. That’s ok, I’ll just clear it out and try again. I’m sure all the kinks have been worked out by now.”
– 15 Minutes Later –
“I can’t believe you’ve jammed again, you worthless piece of garbage. I swear, if you jam this time I’ll…”
So, if anyone was wondering if the copier you saw being dragged behind an activity bus this morning looked familiar, you definitely weren’t seeing things and no one spiked your coffee this morning.