The Printer and the Post Office
The Printer
I found my low cost, color printer today. Its regular price was USD$99.99 and it was on sale for USD$50.00; hard to beat a half off sale price. Granted, it has some limited features like a slow black and white page printing speed and lower resolution. But, it does work for me.
It is a Hewlett Packard Model 3180 printer. It is small and compact. I do like the small footprint for the top of my desk.
I hate the software installation program.
I think it was written by a terminated Microsoft software writer. I was tempted to go back to my old dot matrix printer because it required no software. Of course, the dot matrix printer didn’t do very much beyond print crude black ink text on white paper.
It took over half an hour to install the program; longer actually, when you include the time spent on the required restart of the laptop. The installation process was more tedious than either the SP-1 or SP-2 updates for my Windows XP Professional software. It seemed it would validate the installation as soon as it had installed a handful of files; it was making entries to the registry every few minutes; or it was checking system features.
Carbon Dating Myself
I can remember selecting Near Letter Quality printing for my dot matrix printer and then removing the tractor feed edges of the paper after the print job was finished.
The Post Office
I went to my local post office today to mail a box to my brother and a box to my friend in South Africa. My brother’s box was the monthly box of the Los Angeles Times’ Sports Sections. Living in San Francisco as he does, his local paper does not cover the University of Southern California where he went to college. He made a decision to take the really late editions over no editions at all.
I guess that is like lighting a candle instead of cursing the darkness. Living in earthquake country as I do, I have a supply of candles ready to go in the event of an earthquake so I can read or see what is happening.
The other box went to my oldest Internet acquaintance. She lives in South Africa and I periodically send her articles about Hollywood and the movies since we met on a film bulletin board chat program almost eleven years ago.
I think I understand why postal workers sometimes go “postal” now.
I was standing in line along with a bunch of other people. There was a young woman who had her toddler with her in the line ahead of me. I could see those who were around her were discomforted by the fact that she paid no attention to what the toddler was doing since her cell phone conversation was much more important. She was also addressing the labels on the packages she wanted to mail while she was in line.
My post office has a metal que function. The bars are nice and sturdy and many people lean on them. The toddler, being a toddler, found the bars fun to climb on until she fell. The toddler wasn’t hurt but cried anyway for her mother’s attention.
The woman, with her crying toddler in her arms, went to the next open clerk’s window. Naturally, she was still taking on her cell phone because she wanted everyone to know how important she was.
The woman lost it when the harried clerk asked her to step aside so he could take of the customers who came to the post office prepared. He said he would take her as soon as she was ready. The line of waiting customers was probably twenty or more at the time. The woman cursed at the clerk and refused to move; the baby cried even more.
The clerk walked away from the window and left the woman standing there. The other clerks wouldn’t take care of her needs, saying that her clerk would be right back. I assume the clerk returned eventually because she was still standing at the window when I left.
As far as I was concerned, the woman brought the trouble in herself by acting arrogant and inconsiderate of others. The postal clerk exercised a huge volume of restraint.
This was a high point for my day.
Woman of the Moment
I try to post matching photos or photos from the same series with the Women of the Moments. I think it makes for a better posting.
Be well and stay happy.
I found my low cost, color printer today. Its regular price was USD$99.99 and it was on sale for USD$50.00; hard to beat a half off sale price. Granted, it has some limited features like a slow black and white page printing speed and lower resolution. But, it does work for me.
It is a Hewlett Packard Model 3180 printer. It is small and compact. I do like the small footprint for the top of my desk.
I hate the software installation program.
I think it was written by a terminated Microsoft software writer. I was tempted to go back to my old dot matrix printer because it required no software. Of course, the dot matrix printer didn’t do very much beyond print crude black ink text on white paper.
It took over half an hour to install the program; longer actually, when you include the time spent on the required restart of the laptop. The installation process was more tedious than either the SP-1 or SP-2 updates for my Windows XP Professional software. It seemed it would validate the installation as soon as it had installed a handful of files; it was making entries to the registry every few minutes; or it was checking system features.
Carbon Dating Myself
I can remember selecting Near Letter Quality printing for my dot matrix printer and then removing the tractor feed edges of the paper after the print job was finished.
The Post Office
I went to my local post office today to mail a box to my brother and a box to my friend in South Africa. My brother’s box was the monthly box of the Los Angeles Times’ Sports Sections. Living in San Francisco as he does, his local paper does not cover the University of Southern California where he went to college. He made a decision to take the really late editions over no editions at all.
I guess that is like lighting a candle instead of cursing the darkness. Living in earthquake country as I do, I have a supply of candles ready to go in the event of an earthquake so I can read or see what is happening.
The other box went to my oldest Internet acquaintance. She lives in South Africa and I periodically send her articles about Hollywood and the movies since we met on a film bulletin board chat program almost eleven years ago.
I think I understand why postal workers sometimes go “postal” now.
I was standing in line along with a bunch of other people. There was a young woman who had her toddler with her in the line ahead of me. I could see those who were around her were discomforted by the fact that she paid no attention to what the toddler was doing since her cell phone conversation was much more important. She was also addressing the labels on the packages she wanted to mail while she was in line.
My post office has a metal que function. The bars are nice and sturdy and many people lean on them. The toddler, being a toddler, found the bars fun to climb on until she fell. The toddler wasn’t hurt but cried anyway for her mother’s attention.
The woman, with her crying toddler in her arms, went to the next open clerk’s window. Naturally, she was still taking on her cell phone because she wanted everyone to know how important she was.
The woman lost it when the harried clerk asked her to step aside so he could take of the customers who came to the post office prepared. He said he would take her as soon as she was ready. The line of waiting customers was probably twenty or more at the time. The woman cursed at the clerk and refused to move; the baby cried even more.
The clerk walked away from the window and left the woman standing there. The other clerks wouldn’t take care of her needs, saying that her clerk would be right back. I assume the clerk returned eventually because she was still standing at the window when I left.
As far as I was concerned, the woman brought the trouble in herself by acting arrogant and inconsiderate of others. The postal clerk exercised a huge volume of restraint.
This was a high point for my day.
Woman of the Moment
I try to post matching photos or photos from the same series with the Women of the Moments. I think it makes for a better posting.
Be well and stay happy.
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