I've figured it all out. #officevictory

Well what a day it has been. Soooo first our kitchen is invaded by ants. My god I came down the stairs and a massacre lay before me. I had suspected it'd be bad since I'd heard the banchee war cries while I was getting dressed. But nothing could prepare my for the orange scented trail of tears, stretching from the backdoor to the pantry, that lay before me in my kitchen. While I was leaving Mom in Chief (hereafter MIC) discussed battle tactics. We'd horseshoe around the infantry and flank the rest of the army outside with pest spray and cut off the supply lines. I had to give MIC the pep talk and she had war fever as I left the house.

And then I got a flat tire. MIC met me and AAA (Shout out to Troy at AAA, Thanks for being so friendly!) so I could continue my journey to work. I was only an hour late amazingly.      

Then we copied. Like seriously, Logan and I had a dilemma.We had to copy 5 page packets out of a hard cover book that when the copy of each page was copied, it would cut off the page numbers. So we tried in agony, even Logan (aka The Copy King) couldn't figure it out. We pushed buttons and wasted paper (both college educated, but what good is that?) trying many different angles, margins that we figured it out. We were ecstatic. So the torch was passed to me but I was severely a young grasshopper.

I have had bad experiences with copy machines in the past. My old job made me practically afraid of them. Nothing puts human intelligence and college education to shits as much as a copy machine. A paper jam was the kiss of death and since copying (and hole punching and stapling) were my only jobs (at the old job), I couldn't help but feel like a failure. Oh and also excessive amounts of alphabetical organizing is a sure fire way to feel like a dumbbutt. (abcde....abcdefgh....efgh....

.abcdefghijklm....mnopqur...) When Logan first showed me the copy machine the first day my heart dropped but I informed him straight out of my past misgivings with the machine. At least he actually taught me how to work it, instead of just giving me jobs to do nbd as if that monster of a creation was completely self evident. 

Regardless, back to my current job. Too much black space, words cut off, staples over the words(then having to remove and restaple) and many many mourning trees later I was victorious. Several packets, each page printed individually till I stood tall as conqueror of copying. It was actually pretty amusing, we got into it and placing loads of honor and pride for a successful copy.(Look at that one, It's so beautiful. Well done sir! What a glorious page.)or deep deep shame for a bad one (What happened? That's just terrible, how could you do that? You should be a ashamed, what have I even taught you!) You do what you got to do. Practice practice, perhaps one day I shall become king (meh.... maybe not) 

"Office Victory!" Cries Logan after the last perfect page.(ya, it's become a thing).  "I'm very proud."

I've figured it all out. Nothing left for me to do here. 

And My in-office-find song of the day: Seasons "Of our Discontent"