Printer

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I should have known. Experience has taught me otherwise, but I went against my better judgement…

Someone in the house burned up the rest of the toner in the printer and I can’t print the documents I need for work this morning. So, I am hastily trying to figure out how to make things work before the meeting (oh, yes, while frantically Pissing and Moaning to you all).

When the printer gave a “low toner” alert, I went on Amazon and purchased an off-brand toner cartridge because the reviews said it was good and the description said it would fit the printer. Model numbers, everything lined up. Better judgement (and some spotty past experience) in me said this was risky but when trying to save a penny here and there you sometimes feel like you gotta take a chance.

Well, that chance failed. The box clearly says it should fit, but the toner cartridge clearly doesn’t! The printer manufacturer must have changed the loading cartridge without this off brand company getting the message because it isn’t even close.

So, work arounds and a little added stress. I can do it and it wasn’t the other household member’s fault since they, just as I would have, assumed we had a replacement ready to go.

It’s just really irritating when you do all the necessary research to make sure you are doing it correctly (forget the off-brand part, LOL) and still have it end up wrong.

TGIF.

This too shall pass, but I am going to Piss and Moan loudly about it on my Amazon review and return.

The phone call we all dread

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Yep, it happened. I got the call we all dread over the last weekend. The one that you just wish you didn’t answer the phone. The one that makes you regret getting up in the morning.

“Hi, it’s your sis. Are you available next weekend? We are gonna move and need some help.”

And there it is…yes, you are free and no you don’t want to help. You don’t want to help because moving sucks, always. It is no fun moving yourself, let alone someone else. So, no, I am not free and no I don’t want to help.

“Yeah, I am free. What time do you need me to be there?”

Damn it! That isn’t what I was going to say. Stupid family relations. So you go help.

While you’re there and after having moved stuff all day, your mom says, “While I have you all together, can you do me a favor? After we’re done here, can you all come over to the house and move the piano out of the house? Someone is coming to pick it up.”

Are you serious, mom? We just spend all day moving someone else’s crap and now we gotta go move a piano? I swore off moving pianos the last time I moved a piano. I am NOT doing it this time.

I hate being a good family member. 2500 pounds of piano later…I need pain killer.