So, you know "Mr Bean's Big Disaster movie"? The one where he messes up a priceless painting and the more he tries to fix it, the worse it gets? Well, if anyone were to make a movie based on my life, they would have to call it "Yvonne's BIG Disaster movie". You know, I think God often tries to warn me when I am about to do something stupid, by giving me the distinct feeling that I am very definitely going to make things worse.
Now, here's what happened. Yesterday, Kamo found some profound literature on the internet and decided that she could not live a moment longer without printing it out. So she did. Unfortuanatly she did not realise that it was 150 pages long. At this point, luck stepped in and the printer ran out of paper. She called me, and together we then tried to cancel the printing instructions. But this being Germany and all, everything on the computer here at the office is in German...and we don't understand German. Oh well, we pushed some buttons and believed that the problem was solved. (Please note: THIS is mistake number one)
Today I decided to print something. Hoping that someone else had already replaced the paper in the printer, I walked towards the computer. But, obviously, no one else felt the need to do that. I replaced the paper and pressed "PRINT". Next thing I know, Kamo's great words of wisdom are pouring out of the printer. Page 33...page 44...page 50...it's a really fast printer. Now, let me point out again the fact that everything is STILL in German and therefore, finding the cancel button is STILL a problem. Eventually I figure that wripping the printer cable out is the only solution. AND IT STOPPED.
Seeing as this story involves me though, and weird things always happen to me, you know this cannot be where the story ends, right? One of Kamo's stupid papers gets stuck half way through printing some deep proverbs. I try to pull it out, but a piece of it gets stuck. I poke at it for a while with a pen, hoping that it magically pops out. BUT...it doesn't. SO (now here comes the best part) I see a toothpick lying on the floor. As if in slow-motion, I see myself bending down to pick it up. Now the voice in my head is screaming: "That is foolish!!!!!!! You know where this is leading! STUPID!" I don't listen. As usual. I start poking around with the toothpick. It starts to bend and break, just a little. I poke around some more. Next thing I know, I'm staring at an unreachable piece of toothpick, lying inside the printer. Evidence of me messing up the printer. Evidence of me trying to hide what I did. Evidence.