Work, Work, and More Work.

Print for two minutes, stop for one. Print for two minutes, stop for one. Print for two minutes, stop for one. Print for two minutes stop for one. Two hundred and twenty one sheets of paper printed. Manually clean the blanket and then run nine print cleaner sheets. Repeat 125 more times. Two weeks and 30,000 sheets later perhaps this job will be over soon.

But as everyone has tried to hammer into my head for the past few years...I should just be thankful I have a job, right?

Right.

That's probably true and all, but it's not how I like to think. This is where I should probably start ranting about the state of the economy and many of the things that took place to get to where we are nowadays, but I have no interest in that at the present moment. I'm just going to continue on 55 sheets a time, just like Sammy Hagar would do, except I will mix it up a bit by printing the cleaner sheets before manually cleaning off the blanket. It's good to change things up every now and again, so the relentless monotony of printing erodes my brain a bit slower than usual. Cranking this Journey song will help with that as well.

"Feelin' That Way!"



So this is what I've been doing all week long and the week before and for a few weeks before that. The press has not been working correctly for about a month and a half and the service folk can't seem to figure out what's wrong. What's wrong is that we have this press that is ten or twelve years old and needs to be put to rest. Don't get me wrong, 6199 and I have had lots of good times together, but at some point one of us is going to have to go, and as you all know, that's probably not going to be me, what with my precise lack of focus and direction.

"Oooohhhhh anytime that you want me, oooohhhh anytime that you want me."

And not surprisingly, the Loop follows up that one with Cheap Trick's I Want You to Want Me. Not that I'm complaining, but pretty easy lyrical transition there rock station. And with that, all of my printing focus for this blog has been shattered, much like the virgin status of all the teen girls who lost it to this song back in 1977.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, now touch me baby...can't you see that I am not afraid."

Apparently the Loop DJ is either getting blown in the studio or he's doing his best to increase teen pregnancy rates in the Chicagoland area. Either way I appreciate the effort he's putting forth.

That is all.