[No, this entry has nothing to do with the lame-ass MTV show where a white boy with black accent tries to sound all "street" while all the skanky ho's shake their asses incessantly as soon as they see a camera hoping to be discovered by some slimy hollywood agent and become the next J.Lo]
Excuse the unnecessary rant. It is the result of an overworked brain.
All throughout this week, work has been an incessant barrage of text, photos, and non-stop printing problems. Printers, either big or small, are the most hateful, blood-boiling contraptions ever to be spawned by technology. They get disconfigured, get a paper jammed in inexplicable ways, (once I scooped a paper from inside a printer that was scrunched into a perfect japanese fan) they print stuff the wrong way/wrong color, they run out of ink at the most innapropriate times, or they just plain die on you ...Keep reading.










