In front of my supervisor. It is an evil tower-type printer, with doors and compartments fucking everywhere and it was determined to eat my paper.
I am overtired and sugar-hungover from celebrating little sister's 21st birthday yesterday. I do not think my fight with the printer will be the low point of the day.
How's your Friday? Fuck-It Worthy?
ETA: Will They or Won't They? pointed out that I erroneously left out the requisite Office Space gif, please take this as penance.