Malfunction

The devil is in the details they say, well this morning he'd shunted himself over to the photocopy room. The day had been going so well, the train was on time, the team were upbeat and I'd even wangled tomorrow morning off work. Then it all started going so horribly wrong. I fed a ream of paper into the copier to produce fifty two page double sided stapled documents and stepped back to a reception full of people. I was swiftly signing everyone in for this morning's advice session when wham! One of legal secretaries from upstairs came screaming down the corridor, yelping something about an urgent document and a copier malfunction. I calmly excused myself from reception to tend to the copier. All was not alright, the original document had jammed and the machine was spewing one sided copies. Hundreds of copies carpeted the floor, I pressed cancel but nothing happened. I tried again and again but it was to no avail. The room was being filled with useless copies, pages that could only be used for scrap pads. Absolutely no use to anyone, except bored volunteers working out their benefits money. With the legal secretary and my team leader now hovering by the door I took drastic action, rolled my sleeves and got down on my hands and knees. I looked at the advice by the socket 'DO NOT UNPLUG', I knew the consequences but it was my only option. I pulled the plug, the machine ground to a halt. The legal secretary broke the silence with a shrill request to copy her document. I shook my head and suggested she use the copier at the newsagents over the road. The hulking piece of useless machinery will be switched off until tomorrow when I come in on my morning off and see to it being reprogrammed. Great.