All day, today has been like this

I hit print. I wander around to the other side of the cube farm to pick up my print-out. Someone is standing in front of the all-in-one printer, body language of despair, squinting at the information panel on the machine. "I just need one copy," he says.

Printer info panel is saying the printer needs a part replaced -- I walk my coworker over to another machine which can provide his one copy.

New machine supposedly orders its own replacement parts before it needs them, which helps circumvent the one person in our office whose job it seems to be to Not Order Things (name a supply, she'll not order it).

Part needed: "photoconductor." Boxes available in storage closet: "photoconductor kit", "photoconductor unit", pre-opened "photoconductor kit" which looks suspiciously like it has been filled with a used part and put back in the supply closet, instead of being shipped out for recycling.

I pull the pre-opened box and the "unit" box, and by the time I get back to the machine, miss not-my-job-to-order-things is on the scene. I present her with the two boxes, and leave her to it.

As I step away, I hear her say, "I don't think we're supposed to replace this part by ourselves." If true, this means calling the help desk and waiting a few hours for a tech to arrive. Meanwhile, my print-out is hanging half-printed in the output shute.

"I don't know; I don't have an opinion," I tell her, walking away.

The moral of the story is that this was a depressingly boring little story, with no moral. Ce la effing vi.