Who knew anger was possible toward printer ink cartridges?
Just as a side note today: I was.
It seems that when I set up my printer, I somehow told it to print in black ink only.
Somewhere in the ditzy recesses of my mind I thought this would help save ink.
I was wrong.
So, there I sat in the middle of attempting to print study materials for a final, when surprise: no.more.ink.
Seething, I let out a few choice words directed at the copious amounts of colored that still remained.
Yes, yes, I know it was irrational to be angry with the poor Cyan, Yellow and Red, but I couldn’t help myself. I am a Cancer, we become emotional about such things (especially when the moon is full. And, no, I have no idea if the moon is full, I’m rationalizing my behaviour. Pay attention please).
After a quick trip to Staples (office supply stores and I are not friends) and a desperate plea to a nice young man (Goodness don’t I sound ridiculous. But he WAS a nice young man), I left with my $20.00 treasure.
Who in the world knew that an itty, bitty, little, plastic thing with black dust could be so expensive?
Okay, I’m sure you’re all saying “I knew” but it’s my blog so that’s neither here nor there, yes?
If you’re new you should know that technology and I simply don’t mix.
We’re like the proverbial oil and water.
After a bit of trepidation I opened up the printer. But to my dismay I could not catch the little ink holder.
It taunted me as it moved slowly back and forth. After many moments I realized that perhaps there was a guide to walk me through this terror filled job. There was!
To make a long story short, I am no longer angry at the colored ink.
On the contrary, I’m quite happy that it was just the one. I don’t believe my pocket-book would have appreciated anything else.
In closing, I sit here now with the lovely buzz of the printer happily sending facts to bright white 8 1/2 by 11 sheets for my studying pleasure.
Thank you for listening.