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Print-rRRR.
Jul. 8th, 2008 12:09 amLast minute everything getting ready to leave for the Country Fair tomorrow. Bill is stressed, I am tired. I have just finished force-feeding the bloody damned printer with which I am not on cordial terms each piece of business card paper, one...at...a...time. (hisssssssss...we hates the printer, hates it Precious!) This printer and I have a lasting poor relationship dating to a couple of years ago when trying to force it to print my final paper about autism and ADHD. It is NOT too much to ask for it to print and collate a 70 page paper on double-sided sheets. Really, it isn't. It sits smugly and stares at me; it knows I can't do anything about it. But, when I asked Bill if he had any business cards printed, and he gave me the not-ready-for-the-event-face-of-woe, I decided that me and the printer could rumble.
It mostly worked. I have a pile of business cards printed and ready to be cut. Of course, they'll have to be cut one at a time because the stupid damn printer can't possibly print text STRAIGHT on a page, oh no, it has to be the rebel and print them all at odd angles.
Today was interesting anyway. Normal day at work, I hid in the basement doing shipping and receiving stuff, which is delightful because I really dislike doing customer service even though I'm quite good at it. Let it suffice to say that when my face is saying that I'm happy to help someone, it is sometimes not telling the truth.
Cathy and I took Andrew (the nephew) out to Value Village. I realized yesterday that I have about a dozen pants and skirts, and not more than two suitable tops to wear to the Fair. I gave some of the linen pants to Bill because he had an inverse clothing situation. The kid, also, needed some screamingly bright shirts to make him easier to track. Andrew was remarkably patient while us grownups tried things on. We then went to Vic's Pizzeria for some take-home pizza. There in the parking lot, the key got stuck in the driver's side door lock, and would NOT budge! Andrew and I went inside to order while Cathy tried to loosen the key. No luck, she came in and called AAA, who put her on hold and hung up on her. I worked on it for a while, no avail. I even went so far as to flag down an Oly cop, (not usually a course of action I would choose,) who jiggled it with the slim jim but also, nothing. Finally, the locksmith, that it turned out that AAA had in fact called before hanging up on Cathy, arrived, and had the door open within 5 minutes and the key freed from the lock mechanism within an half hour. The whole time, I'd been feeding the kiddo pieces of the cheese pizza I'd gotten for him in case sundried tomatoes, peppers and feta were a little too much for him. I'm glad I went the easy route, because I can't imagine having the picky kid argument in the middle of trying to listen to what the locksmith had to say. Apparently this is normal for my kind of car (VW beetle, newer,) and is just a malfunction of the security system in the door. The locksmith will call tomorrow with a mechanism replacement estimate, and an estimate for a second key. (brilliant idea!)
Got the kid home, he declined a slice of the grownups' pizza, brushed his teeth and listened to me read the last bit of the first chapter of The Hobbit. I'm hoping to get the whole thing read to him while he's here; we'll see. He would much rather watch Invader Zim, which admittedly is fun, but he gets plenty of TV at home.
Back to laundry now that printer wrangling is done.
It mostly worked. I have a pile of business cards printed and ready to be cut. Of course, they'll have to be cut one at a time because the stupid damn printer can't possibly print text STRAIGHT on a page, oh no, it has to be the rebel and print them all at odd angles.
Today was interesting anyway. Normal day at work, I hid in the basement doing shipping and receiving stuff, which is delightful because I really dislike doing customer service even though I'm quite good at it. Let it suffice to say that when my face is saying that I'm happy to help someone, it is sometimes not telling the truth.
Cathy and I took Andrew (the nephew) out to Value Village. I realized yesterday that I have about a dozen pants and skirts, and not more than two suitable tops to wear to the Fair. I gave some of the linen pants to Bill because he had an inverse clothing situation. The kid, also, needed some screamingly bright shirts to make him easier to track. Andrew was remarkably patient while us grownups tried things on. We then went to Vic's Pizzeria for some take-home pizza. There in the parking lot, the key got stuck in the driver's side door lock, and would NOT budge! Andrew and I went inside to order while Cathy tried to loosen the key. No luck, she came in and called AAA, who put her on hold and hung up on her. I worked on it for a while, no avail. I even went so far as to flag down an Oly cop, (not usually a course of action I would choose,) who jiggled it with the slim jim but also, nothing. Finally, the locksmith, that it turned out that AAA had in fact called before hanging up on Cathy, arrived, and had the door open within 5 minutes and the key freed from the lock mechanism within an half hour. The whole time, I'd been feeding the kiddo pieces of the cheese pizza I'd gotten for him in case sundried tomatoes, peppers and feta were a little too much for him. I'm glad I went the easy route, because I can't imagine having the picky kid argument in the middle of trying to listen to what the locksmith had to say. Apparently this is normal for my kind of car (VW beetle, newer,) and is just a malfunction of the security system in the door. The locksmith will call tomorrow with a mechanism replacement estimate, and an estimate for a second key. (brilliant idea!)
Got the kid home, he declined a slice of the grownups' pizza, brushed his teeth and listened to me read the last bit of the first chapter of The Hobbit. I'm hoping to get the whole thing read to him while he's here; we'll see. He would much rather watch Invader Zim, which admittedly is fun, but he gets plenty of TV at home.
Back to laundry now that printer wrangling is done.
