In my last post I pointed out how a relatively simple job turned into a major ordeal.
Turns out it’s Sunny, she’s cursed, that’s all there is to it.
Like this morning, she asks me to print a couple pictures from the digital camera for her. This is something I’ve done a hundred times with absolutely no problems.
Soon as I need to print out a pic for her? Paper jams, I get the top 1/8th of the picture covering the entire sheet of photo paper, despite the fact I removed ALL color data from the pic in photoshop, it won’t print in black and white.
Everything she asks me to do fights me all the fricking way.
Next time I agree to do something for her, shoot me.
1 comment:
Truth, sweet truth.
Sincerely, the much-absent Amelia, who can't be bothered to sign in.
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