I've come to the conclusion that our printer at work is starved for affection.
Give me a moment to explain. It has such an unfulfilled life. All day, every day, all it does is print. It's only interaction throughout the day is people coming up to it and grabbing paper from it's mouth. I know I'd get pissed off if people just walked up to me all day and grabbed sheets of paper out of my mouth without thanking me for my magical ability to append ink to a document. We never thank it for doing a good job; but we certainly let it know when it's not.
I think this is why it's prone to breaking down so easily; it just needs attention. A few days ago it got a paper jam; in this situation it was actually a paper jam, instead of a random error that requires a technician to come out and fix it (perhaps the printer also has a crush on the technician that does it's repairs; something to keep in mind). But I spent more time with the printer fixing it than I had in the last month all together.
We need to make a concentrated effort to make the printer feel appreciated. Otherwise we're going to come in to work one day and find the printer cutting itself while printing out pages complaining about how it's life is nothing but pain. Would a printer bleed blood or ink? Either way it sounds like a mess, and we'd probably have to take it out back and put it out of it's misery.
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