I just had to use my printer as a scanner – Number Two son needs copies of documents to support his bid to remain in Canada, and anything I can do to make sure he stays away from my fridge is good. However, despite owning the computer and the printer I have had to register with HP to be able to scan. I don’t know why. I just know it is very annoying, and very intrusive.
I’m afraid that there is nothing much happening either at home or at work. The only episode of any interest (and I use the term lightly) was when I packaged a parcel, only to find that the same customer had ordered something else a bit later. Because they were seperated by three other items I had not picked up on the fact. There are two things you can do when this happens (apart from swearing and declaring that customers, though necessary, are also frustrating). You can carry on and pack the second parcel, but this often results in a complaint that you could have packed it all in one and reduced the postage.
Fair comment, but they could either have done all their shopping at one time, or have sent you a message to let you know before you start packing.
Second choice is to repack the parcel. That’s what we did in this case. It involved a bigger envelope and cutting the front off the other envelope to stick to the second so that we didn’t waste the stamps. This is slightly more complicated when using padded envelopes, but it went OK and I used the rest of the old envelope instead of using bubble wrap. In the end, nothing was wasted apart from a little time and a sliver of vocabulary.
The Post Office was crowded today. It’s a long shop and the queue was out of the door. I suspect it is the last posting day for some places.
HP – what sauce.
I don’t know how to spell the word I feel is apprpriate – sortt of aaaaargh! but with a suspicion of losing the will to live… 🙂
That’ll do nicely 🙂
Having to register your scanner with HP to be able to scan seems a bit odd.
There is probably a way to avoid it, but more and more techno-clutter seems to be invading my life. (I just checked up – technoclutter does seem to be a word even though I thought I just made it up. 🙂
I enjoyed the dull anecdote. It was very soothing in a day given over to hyperbolic reporting of the first vaccines.
I don’t like to carp too much about the news as they have untold hours to fill up somehow but the vaccine reporting was so over the top that even they must have felt a bit embarrassed.
I missed most of it. It was a bit of a non-story. We have vaccine, we have vaccinated a few dozen people. Millions are left…
Reports from the hospitals locally are that they are vaccinating nearly 100 people a day. At that rate we can forget about spring and start wondering about which year we will be seen. One is reporting that it hopes to be doing 500 a day by the spring. It’s still a long way off…
I bet the army could do thousands a day if you gave them enough needles and a big enough tent.
My dentist who is already too busy to start new treatments tells me that he might be recruited as a jagger.
Having looked up jagger I am now wondering if you meant jabber… 🙂 Dentists are trained in giving injections, so would be useful. So am I actually, having given hundreds of thousands to poultry. The theory is much the same, though humans complain more. I know that because I wasn’t always totally accurate with my needle…
This is language dividing a nation. Injections are jags here. Jabs are what you hit a boxer’s chin with.
That really is an example of the difference between the two languages. Even with the help of the definition, I struggled to find it -finally managed it after looking at several dictionaries. Doesn’t help that it’s also a car and an American TV series.
There was an indignant article in our paper about jabs and jags which is what brought it to my mind when I saw your post.
I must admit I’d be happy to be jagged if it meant I could get back to normal. I’m not doctrinaire about vocabulary when someone is threatening me with a needle…
Sound thinking. I will take whatever is available too.