I tried to use the photocopier at work yesterday. It wouldn’t work – naturally. Our photocopiers (we have two) are in almost constant use, and they do break down a lot. I think we should have a permanent repair person on site, but I know that’ll never happen. We need the money for the Winter Olympics, after all.
Anyway, I investigated further and actually read the screen. It said something about replacing the toner.
I took the box of toner down. There was one empty cartridge and one full one. These cartridges are about as long as your arm, and about the width of a two-litre bottle of Coke, but they’re not particularly heavy. They’re just awkward.
I opened the drawer indicated on the photocopier. Yep, there was a toner cartridge. I pulled it out carefully. I took the full one from the box, removed its red collar, and just as carefully slid it into place. I had to mess with it a bit, but then it snicked in and I closed the drawer.
I congratulated myself on a job well done. And all I had to do was follow the directions!
I went to put the empty cartridge into the box beside its empty twin. As I slid it in, I balanced the box on its edge on the floor. The cartridge dropped gently in. I lifted up the box to replace it on the counter – and there on the carpet was a HUMONGOUS blot of black toner. Toner is a POWDER! A powder that easily sifts through the end of a box when a supposedly empty cartridge is upended into said box.
I put the box on the counter. The entire end of the box was dark with powder.
I looked at my hands. Black, black, black.
Just goes to show you: I may be a professional, but I am apparently the wrong KIND of professional to deal with photocopiers.
(PS – The carpet was nice and clean this morning. I think I owe our janitor big time!)