One day, I would like to live in a world where I press print and my printer *just* prints.
We are a mere days away from the year two thousand and sixteen. I can scan a document from my scanner app on my smartphone and email it to someone halfway across the world. And yet. I press print and my printer does not print. My printer simply hates me.
And lo, you say, perhaps you fell prey to one of those cheapo printer deals! You know the ones—the ones that cost about $18 but the toner and the print cartridges cost $147 each and get used up halfway through your daughter’s Helen Keller project. But nope. I have bought the fancy printers that are meant to do a million things and have a million touchscreen buttons, and I have bought the simple laser printers that are meant to print efficiently and quickly. And yet. Here I am, unable to print Isabella the long division math sheets I have been promising her for 11 days.
The problem, of course, is that when I am finally able to print the math sheet, it’s going to print 12 copies of it, and then I’m going to have to teach Isabella how to do long division, which is another head-explosiony blog post entirely.
They make cars that PARK THEMSELVES and yet I have to constantly fight with cyan print cartridges and misfed paper and oh the error messages.
Excuse me while I pull out my pen and paper and make my own math worksheets. As soon as I find a pen that works. And some paper.