How To Seriously Lower The Toner
I did IT consulting back in the early 2000s. I am out at a law firm that has a bunch of older women for secretaries. Their scanner/copier/fax machine is completely down. The toner has somehow exploded on the inside and coated every last internal piece; they have no idea how, no one will cop to it, and that’s how it is when we get the call.
I am NOT the copier guy, and they have a contractor to call when that stuff explodes, but they instead call me to drive out there to CALL SOMEONE ELSE to come fix it. They will not let us call from our office — oh, gods, no — we have to drive twenty miles to their downtown office to CALL the number on the front is in big bold letters that says:
Sign: “CALL US FIRST IF THERE IS A PROBLEM: 1-888-DON’T-BE-EFFING-DUMB.”
I take out the toner and do some spot cleaning just to be nice. The scanner/copier/fax machine is wide open, all the doors on it are open, and the toner cartridge is sitting next to it. This unit is like four and a half feet tall, so it’s hard to miss when it’s broken.
One of the ladies walks up and pushes the filthy cartridge over. It hits the floor and goes “poof”. There is ink everywhere.
She then closes the doors to the machine and tries to scan a document. The unit is off with no power so, of course, she yells at me.
Worker #1: “WHY CAN’T I SCAN?! I NEED TO SCAN! HURRY UP AND FIX THIS!”
Me: “This machine is obviously down. The company that you have a contract with is coming out to resolve the issue.”
She storms off and yells very loudly at the boss that I am incompetent. Sigh, fine. Mind you, the office manager sent out a companywide email thirty minutes ago saying that the unit will be down for the next day or two.
I then grab a white sheet of legal paper and write on it in giant Sharpie letters.
New Sign: “UNIT IS NON-FUNCTIONAL. USE UNIT ACROSS THE HALL.”
I then go grab the broken parts and put them in the trash. I come back two minutes later.
Another lady has taken the paper note that I wrote, crumpled it up, tossed it aside, and is trying to scan.
She looks at me covered in toner, then at the walls covered in toner from the previous worker knocking it over, and then at the unit covered in toner with the doors wide open.
Worker #2: “Is the scanner not working?”
If I had any humanity left in me, it would have died right at that moment.