The Laminator

As a temp, you naturally get to do all the shitty jobs that no one else wants to do. So, off I walk to the shiny laminating machine a pile of crisp A4 sheets and laminating pockets in hand. Needless to say, I am thoroughly excited by the prospect of spending and hour or two feeding sheets through a narrow slot.

I line up the first sheet and feed it through, thinking about how much fun this is going to be. I line up the second sheet eagerly, ready to be fed through when the first sheet is finished.

I wait...

I wait a bit more....

I wait just a little bit more...

The first sheet never comes out. It is my second day, and I have broken the fucking laminator. And (even worse) now I have nothing to do.