Random Jenn: Inadvertently repairing photocopiers since late 2006.
It's Monday. That should have been my first clue. AND I awoke with a headache. AND my wrist was (and is) f*#^ing killing me.
I've been trying to improve my attitude of late, and this therefore means that I am no longer permitted to write the day off as a loss before noon. So I have been stubbornly looking on the bright side of life all day. For example:
It's Monday morning: I don't have to teach tonight, and there is a pumpkin just waiting to become a jack-o-lantern in eight to ten hours!
I awoke with a headache: probably lack of caffeine. Better have that fabled second cup of coffee this morning.
My wrist hurts like h*$$ and has developed a strange bump: perhaps it's carpal tunnel syndrome and I can get a medical leave from work due to my inability to type.
My 10am meeting neglected to show up: Whew. Another hour in which I can work at clearing this stinkin' 'TO DO' list.
The milk I keep for my tea is found to have gone sour: Ah well, I've always wondered if I would like my tea black...
My 10am meeting shows up at 11am: I didn't really want to work on that 'TO DO' list anyway...
The wrap I purchased for lunch is soggy and quite gross: Meh, I didn't really need the preservatives and calories anyway.
Our photocopier has been embellishing each and every sheet of paper with a nice clean stripe approximately three inches down from the top of the sheet: The stripe is just below the letterhead... it looks like I did it on purpose.
I somehow manage to end up with 44 copies of the letter I needed only 4 copies of and in the process jam the copier beyond all recognition: In the process of disasembling the copier to extract the six-hundred-and-forty-two segments of ripped paper stuck in its various cogs and rollers, getting myself coated in a fine layer of toner, cutting one finger, and re-setting various paper sizes (accidentally), I also managed to somehow banish the hideous and unwanted stripe.
Hm. See how good I'm getting at this whole sunshine thing?
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