hiddenmuse | Toner Wrestling and Future Ex-Husbands

Today at work, I got to engage in a bout of Toner Wrestling. Apparently, when the copier runs out of toner, people automatically turn stupid, running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Now, I'm not the only person that knows how to put toner in the copier, but I was the only one available at the moment. The only thing is, it's been months since I'd done it, and I turned stupid on myself momentarily.

There's a strip of paper (Tyvek, to be exact) that you're supposed to take out - keeps the toner powder from leaking out of the canister. I had a hell of a time getting the paper out, and the toner loaded half-assed at best. Realizing this, I upended the canister and jimmied it to get the paper out completely. This got toner on my hands. Eventually, I did get the toner into the copier - after making a small mess. Thankfully I was in dark colors. :)

As for future ex-husbands, that's the name I've given to my male crushes. In other words, John Mayer and Steven Page are my future ex-husbands. ;) It's fun to say that - especially since I know that there's no chance in Hell of either man becoming my husband, period.

In the meantime, I have that swell John Mayer concert DVD that I got from Kellie, as well as the assorted BNL goodness from my ex, Nicole. (When I say assorted, I mean assorted. From the Tonight Show to various Much Music videos & programs - it's there. And I'm a happy girl.) So, I can get momentarily giddy over those lovely talented men.