Story about a Printer
After almost three weeks at work, today I finally discovered that there was a printer in my cubicle. Now, I knew that there was a printer there the whole time, but something hadn’t quite clicked, and I wasn’t aware that I could actually print from it. But today, when I was walking back from the other side of the office where another printer was located, it dawned on me. There was a printer in my cubicle. I could print from it. I didn’t have to get up and walk across the room. The printer was even plugged in and turned on. Nothing to it. Oh well, at least walking to the printer was a good form of exercise…