Have I slipped into an alternate universe? Is there a bigger power out there playing jokes on me? Am I on Candid Camera?
I don’t know the answer to any of those questions, but I’m starting to get extremely suspicious.
After my ugly Monday morning, I decided to pick myself up off the pity floor and get back to work. Seven hours of revisions and formatting later, I was ready to throw another dart. But, it was time to get the kids off the bus. Submissions would have to wait.
This morning, I edited one last time for good luck, checked, double – checked, and triple – checked the address and hit print. Nothing. Not a peep.
I checked the power cord. Plugged in and ready to go.
I checked the paper supply. Full.
I checked with my computer. Yes, the printer was enabled.
I tried again.
I banged, thumped, jiggled, and slapped that computer. No response.
I rebooted, disabled, and turned off my computer and printer.
I counted slowly to twenty and turned them back on.
I hit print. Silence.
I called tech support.
One hour of precious time slipped away. Jared, the tech guy, took remote control of my computer. He clicked, double-clicked, opened, and closed dozens of icons. He downloaded, uploaded, and reloaded. He hit print. Nothing.
My new printer is in the mail.
Submissions will have to wait. Again.