<P>I slide-on back into the printer room and put in the toner cartridge we save for special occasions - the one that prints thick black lines down the middle of the page and is all faint on one side. It took me quite a while to make it like that too. The printout shoots through and I bring it out immediately - I don't want to miss this!
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<P>"W-w-what's happened to my printout?" the geek squeals at me. Lucky I wrote that username down - I'm really starting to develop a taste for torture.
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<P>"Well nothing. I mean sure, it's a little soiled, but that cartridge has already done 47 thousand pages and been refilled 17 times. It's quite good compared to some we get"
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<P>Geek pays up and starts blubbing.
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<P>"Hey now. There's no reason to cry! Have you got a disk with your work on it?"
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<P>He gives me a box of diskettes and I step inside and buzz them thru the bulk eraser. I come back out again.
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<P>"Sorry, I just remembered, our machine is on the fritz, you'll have to take these to the other side of campus to the machine there, it'll print them ok, and it had a brand-new toner yesterday."
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<P>"GREAT!"
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<P>"No worries. Oh, and hold the disks above your head the whole way there, the earth's magnetic field is particularly strong today."
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<P>"Huh?"
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<P>"No arguements, just do it."
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<P>He wanders off, hand held high. Shit, I hate myself sometimes!