Serissa
“There is no paper jam you stupid machine!” I felt like screaming. It was some sort of conspiracy, it had to be. The printer worked fine every other time, but it chose the moment I was in a hurry to be nothing but problematic. First it insisted on new ink, then the paper ran out, and now it wouldn't print because of a non-existent paper jam. “I'm going to take you out to a field and beat you to death with a bat,” I threatened it.
After several restarts and a lot of creative cuss words, I finally got the contract to print. Quickly, I attached the 'sign here' tabs to each line that needed Donovan's signature, racing against time. He was due for a meeting across town, and had to leave soon to make it on time.
I was relieved to find him still sitting at his desk when I knocked on
