mamadeb

The office fax machine hadn't been working since sometime last week. It could send but it couldn't receive - and it had been grabbing the paper poorly.

So, the other receptionist called the repair people and they were supposed to come in on Friday or on Monday (they hadn't.) And I called the phone service provider to test our lines.

Today, the fax machine guy came in. And. Um.

Someone (not me - I was home) had set the machine to manual instead of direct receive. One button.

Ah, well. It needed servicing anyway.

It's a fairly rare occasion that I have to change the toner in our current copier - it comes in a huge plastic box and lasts forever. But it happened today.

And the instructions, which were confusing, seemed to imply that I should remove the toner receptacle. So I did. And I handled it wrong. And there was fine, fine black powder on the side of the copier and on my hands and the sleeve of my overshirt (natural linen color over a white sleeveless t-shirt, so it's staying on.) and big splash on the floor. So. I replace the recptacle and the toner, and then I get a vacuum cleaner and get as much up as I can, and then go after the rest with Windex and many paper towels. It looks pretty darn good - can't tell there's been a spill on the floor and 99% of the stuff on the copier is gone. And I can wash my hands, so that's fine.

My clothing? Well. I have my sleeves rolled up to just below my elbows, but I have dark fingerprints on my t-shirt and smudges on the overshirt.

Glad I'm wearing a dark skirt, and very glad that I know from experience that toner comes out.