April 30, 2003

it tastes like power...

Caffeine intake thus far today (wednesday):
8:45am - 12 oz.
9:30am - 12 oz.
10:23am - 10 oz. (approx.)
11:00am - 12 oz.
12 noon - 10 oz. (approx.)
1:13pm - 12 oz.

The 10 oz. (approx.) times indicate finishing off one pot and brewing another. 'Cause it just makes me go faster! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

Posted by liz at 10:14 PM | Comments (0)

character count

The Gestetner DSc38 is a large printer, the intricacies of which are apparent only when something has gone wrong. To most of the office the Gestetner is simply a fast and efficient way to make many, many free color copies. To Andrea and I the Gestetner is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in several colors of toner. The agents come to me when the Gestetner malfunctions and somehow I always fix it. It doesn't make any sense. "Paper Jam in Fusion Tray B" indicates that I should systematically open and close the little magnetic doors all over the machine until the error message goes away. Inevitably there is no paper jam. I'm not surprised that the agents are in awe of how Andrea and I handle the massive spastic hell printer; it looks like magic even to me. At the moment it claims to be "Processing" and that is supposedly a valid reason for no printing to be happening. I've been here for approximately forty-five minutes just trying to make seventy color copies. It makes me think the Gestetner may not be worth the money they sunk in to it, if it's going to require a $13/hr. babysitter to keep it running just relatively smoothly (relative to gravel.)

Also, the helplessness of real estate agents is directly proportional to their proximity to admin staff. I know that all of these people function somehow in the outside world. I know that they have expensive internet connections in their houses and that, if left to their own devices they could even work the mysterious 'facsimile machine.' And yet, their ineptitude increases as they approach me. In fact, the closer their desks are to my holding pen, the more ridiculous the requests. I've been hiding down here in the resource room for so long, with only Gestetner to fight with that I'm starting to wonder if I can hold out until lunch. Or will the lack of caffeine and nicotine drive me back to the surface world of inexplicably broken email accounts and missing fax confirmation sheets? I can't believe it's only tuesday.

Posted by liz at 07:53 PM | Comments (3)

April 29, 2003

postcard mailer

The Gestetner DSc38 is a large printer, the intricacies of which are apparent only when something has gone wrong. To most of the office the Gestetner is simply a fast and efficient way to make many, many free color copies. To Andrea and I the Gestetner is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in several colors of toner. The agents come to me when the Gestetner malfunctions and somehow I always fix it. It doesn't make any sense. "Paper Jam in Fusion Tray B" indicates that I should systematically open and close the little magnetic doors all over the machine until the error message goes away. Inevitably there is no paper jam. I'm not surprised that the agents are in awe of how Andrea and I handle the massive spastic hell printer; it looks like magic even to me. At the moment it claims to be "Processing" and that is supposedly a valid reason for no printing to be happening. I've been here for approximately forty-five minutes just trying to make seventy color copies. It makes me think the Gestetner may not be worth the money they sunk in to it, if it's going to require a $13/hr. babysitter to keep it running just relatively smoothly (relative to gravel.)

Also, the helplessness of real estate agents is directly proportional to their proximity to admin staff. I know that all of these people function somehow in the outside world. I know that they have expensive internet connections in their houses and that, if left to their own devices they could even work the mysterious 'facsimile machine.' And yet, their ineptitude increases as they approach me. In fact, the closer their desks are to my holding pen, the more ridiculous the requests. I've been hiding down here in the resource room for so long, with only Gestetner to fight with that I'm starting to wonder if I can hold out until lunch. Or will the lack of caffeine and nicotine drive me back to the surface world of inexplicably broken email accounts and missing fax confirmation sheets? I can't believe it's only tuesday.

Posted by liz at 08:49 PM | Comments (7)