I'm always surprised and amused at how irate technology and gadgets can make us human beings; especially since we designed and created them. Hmmm, I wonder if God feels the same way about us.
Anyways, case in point - I'm convinced that between the stapler and the printer in my office, I'm going to need some serious therapy. And no one understands... it's like they toy with me... taunting me endlessly with all their malfunctions and paper-jams. They're malicious and try to unnerve me, especially when there's a deadline looming or when the boss is waiting for some very important documentation to be retrieved (that he couldn't ask for earlier in the morning).
I've tried raising these issues during our office meetings, even wanted to put forth a proposal for corporate subsidies and funding for good local Psychologists and Psychiatrists - because honestly, I'm not the only one suffering in silence. I'm not the only one that needs to be reformed and rehabilitated. Solid time away from Office Stationary should be legitimate grounds for extended holidays... or the Psych Ward... or Rehab at the very least.
But I'm always met with the same reaction and I can't even get a word in edgewise over the sniggering and snorting. And when I return to my desk, I hear the printer sigh satisfactorily because he won. Again. Bastard. I can't even play ice-hockey with him as the puck without everyone getting their knickers in a twist. Hardly seems fair.