wickedflea | (no subject)

The copy machine had been making horrible noises all week, so I called for service yesterday. Steve, the crew-cut-wearing Pitney Bowes dude, came around this morning and checked everything out. Of course, by the time he got here, the copier had stopped making the horrible noises, and the guy has always thought that I like calling for service just for the hell of it. Anyway, he futzed around for a few minutes and eventually found what the problem had been. Before he left, he made sure to tell me that there were a few paper clips and staples he'd found in the copier, but in general, I was "doing a good job as key operator." Great. Fantastic. I've advanced along the key-operator curve. Thanks for the validation, Sparky.