Locked gates
I hate my printers. In large part, because they print well, as long as I spend all my extra cash feeding them with toner or ink cubes, according to the model. This is a low volume household, and when the need to print comes along, I shouldn’t have to shake drums, or use ancient prayers over the ink nozzles. It should be like in an office…
Looking at a toner cartridge and drum assembly for the laser, the local box store wants more than $200 for the pair. Or, I can go online and purchase refurbished (compatible) units for much less, but the risk comes with a price. And there’s always the third option of buying a brand new printer for about half the cost of the expendables, but facing an afternoon of driver upgrades.
The fourth option involves a pencil and paper, but the speed of production will drop off.
Maybe later. Like, in a few months. Until then, I’ll go with email and tell everyone within earshot about how I’ve taken the green direction in my life.
This morning, I had to direct stuff (I’m allergic to junk) to the EcoCentre, but it wasn’t yet open when I went off to do dog taxi. Just before lunch time, I headed out again, and found fourteen cars with trailers of junk (the term is fine for others), and a TV crew, in front of the still locked gates. No explanation. I returned home, unloaded the car and sent it off to do other things (we needed more boxes for our stuff).
And by suppertime, the EcoCentre was open. I’ll probably never know what happened earlier…
