Thursday Afternoon, 2:00 PM
Karen from accounting was back. This time, her ticket simply read: “Printer disaster! URGENT!”
Chris made his way to Karen’s desk, only to find her frowning at the office printer as though it had personally wronged her.
“It won’t print anything!” Karen said, throwing her hands up in frustration.
Chris leaned over and opened the printer tray. Sure enough, it was empty.
“Karen… you’re out of paper.”
Karen blinked. “Oh, really? I thought it refilled itself.”
Chris stared at her, unsure if she was joking. “Printers don’t… refill themselves.”
“Well, Jack never asked me to refill it,” she said defensively.
Chris grabbed a ream of paper from the supply closet, loaded the tray, and printed a test page.
“All good now. Just keep an eye on the paper levels,” he said, heading back to his desk.
An hour later, his phone buzzed with a new ticket: “Printer out of paper again. HELP!”
Chris rubbed his temples. Karen had printed 300 pages of tax documents in one go. He sighed, grabbed more paper, and mentally added “printer rationing” to his list of potential office policies.