Planet Mad

I hate fucking photocopiers.

Not in that sense, you pervert.

I spent my entire lunch break trying to make 32 copies of a training booklet for today's D of E session. By the time 11 copies had come out of the machine, there had been another 7 copies destroyed by misfeeds and paper jams. Several trees died for my session on campcraft and pitching tents. For this, I am profoundly sorry.

I'm not sorry though for the language I used when I was trying to unjam the machine. Bastard thing.