We just got a new printer. Whenever I am setting up things like this, I install software, plug it in, hook up the USB cable, just like the instructions say. I'm a good girl. I do things step by step, in order, instruction manual in hand, never veering off the path, for fear of screwing something up.
And then there's my dad. He'd just received the printer and asked me if I could come over and install it. Over the phone, I told him he should be able to install the thing himself no problem, as long as he "followed the instructions". I forgot that my dad is a male of the type that is allergic to printed instructions. He attempted something, but aborted his mission along the way. Who knows what he did. Now I have this hulking machine angrily whirring at me, loud as hell, and not printing anything.
The thing that is frustrating me the most is really how tiny the instructions are for what to do with the toner cartridge. "Break off this tab and pull out the tape", "if it's not printing, make sure you've broken off the tab and pulled out the tape". There is a teeny tiny diagram, that looks nothing like my cartridge, trying to illustrate this. I see that parts have already been broken off. I am praying my dad didn't just go to town and break off the wrong parts!
I'm looking in the trash for evidence of his activities. Nothing. Darn it all, today was trash day!
[ sulk sulk sulk ]
Well, at least the power has come back on. I was like, "Oh, let me help set up the printer! Oh, I can't turn it on." "Oh, let me heat up something to eat! Oh wait, I can't." "Oh, let me get the address and directions to that place! Oh, I have no internet." "Oh, the landline phone's ringing! But I have to run downstairs to pick up because that's the only one in the house that isn't a cordless." "Oh, let me blog my frustrations to the world! Oh, I can't ... "