To print. Or not to print.

I wrote a post months ago about all the stuff I do as a manager.

My favorite is fixing the printer.

Any printer.

I’m am an old man. Three months from being a boomer.

I. Don’t. Know. Shit. About. Printers.

You start by making sure it has paper.

Then you make sure it’s thermal paper. Not kitchen paper.

Then you turn it off.

Then you turn it back on.

And if all else fails you do a hard reset.

But 99.9999% of the time turning it on and off does the trick.

But nevertheless, at 6:00 when the bar printer isn’t printing they yell as if somehow I can actually fix it.

Someday they’ll realize I’m a fraud.

PS. A couple of times it’s been unplugged.

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