So my job has upgraded from singular (stupid Cingular, making me think singular is spelt wrong)button pusher to multiple-button pusher. And I broke the copy machine. Twice. I love being new. Okay, it wasn't a broken copier as much as I couldn't figure out how to relieve the paper jam and then froze the screen in a frantic move of pushing too many buttons.
I'm tired. I should have taken nyquil last night. I can't wait to go back to bed later on today. Mmmm, bed.
Gotta go pull staples out of 200 more pages before commencing my two hour drive home.
R.I.P. Anna Nicole Smith, your antics shall be missed, along with your ample bossom.
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I have broken many a copy machine. Never fear for the punishment comes from within... the company when they move you to mail sorter or paper cutter. Be afraid grasshopper.
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