Writer's Block: DIY

[thessalian]

[Error: unknown template qotd]

When I was working at Barts, we had a really old fax machine - one that operated on sheets of inked paper on rollers instead of cartridges. Now, when I started, the thing broke down - one of the pins that was supposed to hold the roll of ink-paper-ribbon-whatever in place was just ... missing. And they simply were not going to get a new fax machine. So I did what any good secretary would do - I improvised.

The impromptu solution involved a pen and some Blu-Tak. Basically, insert pen into roller, secure with Blu-Tak, slot roller into place, continue on. I had to replace the pen a few times and make sure to re-secure the impromptu thing every time I had to change the ink ribbon or whatever it was, but it worked for nearly a year.

Comments

[jadedanddark.livejournal.com]

Smart. Also, I love your icon. Seems like the Westerns Hemisphere only grudgingly accepts that Sandman ever existed, so your tribute is well smiled upon by this lowly fangirl. ^^

[thessalian.livejournal.com]

You're ... kidding, right? You obviously need to hang around with a higher class of people. Or possibly move to London, where I haven't seen a bookshop yet where I can't find one of the Sandman graphic novels.

[deciduous-me.livejournal.com]

When office supplies needs to be fixed using other office supplies, that's an indication that it needs replacing- otherwise it'll just turn into a black hole of supplies, and next thing you know printers and filing cabinets will be gravitating towards it.

Also, Jade, you're in with the wrong crowd. I'd suggest you find more suitable company. Whoever you're hanging with now is a bad influence. :)

[fearrett.livejournal.com]

Bit of background here on this one. I work doing general labour at the Shaw Conference Centre in Edmonton.

What this means is I setup/teardown the conventions, conferences, dinners, meetings and, most fun of all, concerts that roll through here on a nigh daily basis.

About five or six months ago I was working under a deadline to have the stage for Megadeth finished on time and couldn't get one of the legs adjusted properly, but it was only off by an inch or so. Looking around me, my eyes stopped upon an empty mickey of Smirnoff Vodka.

Placing it beneath the foot of the riser I found, much to my shock and my supervisors amusement that it was exactly the correct height.