She looked distraught! Alright... I'll be honest... she looked constipated. Its that look of "Goodness! I really need to go!" ... that was etched in pronounced wrinkles on her face as she stared at the printer. I always wonder at people who stare blankly at inanimate objects... that look of frustration really doesn't serve a purpose. Its almost like they expect the object in question to leap into action and perform some bizarre miracle worthy of NASA's careful consideration. And truth be told, all such people are always severely disappointed. So, why do it, you ask? Because in a moment of panic, the human brain suffers from selective amnesia and forgets how to multi-task.
At the moment, she (we'll refer to her as Ms. X) was frantically awaiting a 11x17 color print job of a status report for the Vice President of Marketing. Ms. X looked about ready to cry. I thought it was quite funny that a machine which was 1/3 the size of Ms. X had the remarkable ability to reduce her to a sea of tears. While I was in the midst of suppressing an irrepressible giggle, I heard a loud bang. Tears had been swiftly replaced by rage. Ms. X was in the process of reprimanding the table that supported the uncompromising printer with a swift but solid kick. I guess... sorrow + frustration = anger.
To my surprise I found that the powerful kick of a dainty yet angry Marketing professional can move planets but not print jobs. The table leg that had suffered the insult, buckled; causing the now unstable table to lean to the side; thus causing the printer to slide in that direction; causing the power cable of the printer to stiffen and unplug itself from the socket; causing the printer to be drained of all power; thus causing the print job to be lost forever. And thus, anger + disappointment = depths of despair. There were rivers of tears now and some choice language that is not intended for all audiences. Needless to say, we all wish the elusive print job all the best in its future endeavours.
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