A request for guts
Learned something new about the laser printer(s) in our office. Even if a printer isn’t broken, it is. That’s why companies reserve special error codes to announce the sad (expensive) news.
Today, the catch phrase was “Error 80 Scheduled Maintenance“. Wherein a printer that worked well yesterday doesn’t today. A tiny bean counting circuit calculated that 300K pages have been produced, and now the accountant has to approve the purchase of a kit comprised of “funer assembly, transfer roller assembly, charge roller assembly, pickup rollers”. In layman’s terms, the guts.
As an interim measure, I was instructed to “reset the error message” and see what happens. So, I did; so, I will.
In a demonstration of excellent service (for a price) I received an anonymous envelope this afternoon, containing one Canadian passport with MY picture inside. I belong! I can leave (temporarily). Although there may be other colour options available, mine is a lovely dark blue (to compliment/complement my eyes?)
I’ve left the image “close to regulation size”, the better to impress members of my family.
And that’s about it. I won’t be waving the new booklet around, because in my work circles, most people have one (or more). They’re used to those little trips abroad (mainly to the duty-free stores in Maine), which I’ve avoided for ever. I mean, that one trip across the state on an overnight train was made without any stops. I’m a shopping virgin. And with the jump in gas prices (just as we stopped to fill the tank this evening) to $1.26/litre, I’m without incentive to drive anywhere.
