Just when I really needed it
my printer (well, it's Gregory's really) has decided to blow the technological equivalent of a raspberry at me. It's sitting there, green light flashing and resolutely refusing to print. I've had an issue with this machine before - and discovered (and had such discovery confirmed by Gregory) that the stupid thing ony recognises the presence of my tiny laptop when his PC is turned on.
So, today I sit down to print off revised menus and revised quote from florist number one. To find that apparently I either need to re-install my printer, print a test page, or check my printer settings. None of which options I've taken up. I haven't done anything with the stupid printer settings and checking what machine I'm printing to is extremely unlikely to result in a eureka-type epiphany - it's not as if I've got legions of printers installed on my laptop that could have confused [Gregory's stupid] printer.
I send back holding emails - thanks for your document, I'm unable to print at present but will let you have comments when I do - and settled down to catching up on my other emails. I've got a hen do coming up and was expecting some communication from my two gorgeous organisers - but nothing. Not a worry - at least vlad.t.impaleer's emails about his low, low price prescription drugs are coming through so it's not as though I've got a techy glitch in my email facility too.
Oh, how wrong. Got a call from our invitations person - apparently the server (Gregory's again) is bouncing back emails. Oh, the joy. And another call, from Laura just to confirm that it definitely is bouncing back emails.
I know it's not exactly Gregory's fault that both printer and server hate me, but he'd better get home soon before the printer gets chucked out of the window, 80s-rock-band-style. I'd swiftly follow it with the server but I'm not sure what one of those is and suspect that lobbing it out of a window is not possible, and I'm going to require Gregory to fix my problems so I'm probably better off avoiding winding him up at this stage. Plus there us a chance that he might get a bit miffed to find all of his tech gear sitting three floors down - on someone's car - and refuse to wade into the naughty corner (where printer and server are both sitting - virtually, natch) and kick some techy butt for me, which I dearly need him to do as soon as he gets home this evening.
Still, the not smoking is going well, not had one since Sunday. I'm very pleased indeed to be a non-smoker now so it's not as if I'm reaching for the fags when things go wrong with Gregory's technology.
So, today I sit down to print off revised menus and revised quote from florist number one. To find that apparently I either need to re-install my printer, print a test page, or check my printer settings. None of which options I've taken up. I haven't done anything with the stupid printer settings and checking what machine I'm printing to is extremely unlikely to result in a eureka-type epiphany - it's not as if I've got legions of printers installed on my laptop that could have confused [Gregory's stupid] printer.
I send back holding emails - thanks for your document, I'm unable to print at present but will let you have comments when I do - and settled down to catching up on my other emails. I've got a hen do coming up and was expecting some communication from my two gorgeous organisers - but nothing. Not a worry - at least vlad.t.impaleer's emails about his low, low price prescription drugs are coming through so it's not as though I've got a techy glitch in my email facility too.
Oh, how wrong. Got a call from our invitations person - apparently the server (Gregory's again) is bouncing back emails. Oh, the joy. And another call, from Laura just to confirm that it definitely is bouncing back emails.
I know it's not exactly Gregory's fault that both printer and server hate me, but he'd better get home soon before the printer gets chucked out of the window, 80s-rock-band-style. I'd swiftly follow it with the server but I'm not sure what one of those is and suspect that lobbing it out of a window is not possible, and I'm going to require Gregory to fix my problems so I'm probably better off avoiding winding him up at this stage. Plus there us a chance that he might get a bit miffed to find all of his tech gear sitting three floors down - on someone's car - and refuse to wade into the naughty corner (where printer and server are both sitting - virtually, natch) and kick some techy butt for me, which I dearly need him to do as soon as he gets home this evening.
Still, the not smoking is going well, not had one since Sunday. I'm very pleased indeed to be a non-smoker now so it's not as if I'm reaching for the fags when things go wrong with Gregory's technology.
posted by Chaya at 4:49 pm
2 Comments:
Well, it's good to see that giving up hasn't made you irritable!
;-)
Is that a joke? Frankly I don't see the funny side.
Hahahaha. All of these things would have pissed me off inordinately even if I hadn't stopped smoking - it's just because I have time to rant.
I'm not working (but am vaguely busy). Being at home for parts of the day together with not nipping out for fags every hour means I have more free time to compose lengthy posts. That is, I'll bet, music to your ears..
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