I've been working on a story as part of my continuing education. Yesterday I decided to print it out. Currently it's sixty-eight pages, not a big deal, or so it would seem. But, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times....
When we purchased new laptops last summer we discovered that the cord to our nice big printer wouldn't fit the laptops. We opted to use my husbands smaller printer. It fit better in the compact space. We haven't messed with trying to make the big HP printer, forthwith known as G, wireless. We've been using it as a copy machine since it had a brand new black ink cartridge.
Because we use the smaller printer daily and it has a smaller ink cartridge it is currently sucking the bottom of the cartridge in black, and the color as well.
So, I thought it would be easy to move G into Z's room where the giant desktop is set up. First mistake, I thought it would be easy. I moved the printer then tried to find the cord to connect the CPU and the printer. Since we have about 10 years worth of collected cords I pulled the one I thought worked, wrong again. I only realized that after trying it at least four times.
Then I had the plug the printer into an outlet. Since our home was built in the 70's outlets are not very numerous in Z's room. The computer is already plugged into an extention cord with adaptors. Since I had no more adaptors and the cord wouldn't reach the the outlet where the extention cord is plugged in I plugged it in on the other side of the room. Are you following so far? Wait, I have to take a deep breath.
Then, after trying to turn the printer on, I realized that outlet doesn't work! It hasn't since we moved in. Tigger is hearing much weeping and gnashing of teeth from the bedroom. He comes to my rescue with a giant orange extention cord which we ran down the hall to the bathroom outlet. Don't trip on it now.
I'm breathing easier at this point and already have my story saved on a CD, and on my hard drive. I carefully pull the CD out of the laptop and carry it with the new ream of paper I had purchased that morning. I get to the bedroom and discover the computer has not booted up correctly. Nothing unusual, it has done that before. It is old, in computer years it is ancient, maybe all of seven years old.
So I put the CD into the CD-RW drive, but it doesn't read it. I pull the CD out only to discover it is a CD-R, not a CD-RW and is therefore not compatiable. So then I hunt for a CD-RW to resave my story onto. The computer is now looking ever so more ancient. Finally I go to save my story and it takes me two times to save it properly. A quick prayer and a verbal threat to the computer helped. The inane things that I save I never have a problem opening or closing. No, it was the 25,000 word document that held the thoughts of innermost soul, that was the one that didn't want to save properly.
I carefully took the new CD to the ancient computer, being careful not to trip over the cord lying all about the floor. It opened, I printed. Yeah! Just as my finger came off the mouse from hitting enter I realized I had not numbered the pages of my story. This is a story that had been coming out in waves, one event here, another here, it's lack of rhyme or reason was one of the reasons I was printing it out. I wanted to make notes, to check the flow of the story. Right now I just didn't want to drop it.
I printed out my story, which by this time was looking more and more like a masterpiece. I quickly 3 hole punched the whole thing, put in a binder and began to read. I stopped only to unplug the printer so no one would trip over the cords spreading thoughout the bedroom wing of our house. I read while I was cooking dinner, I read when the smoke alarm went off. I used to take offense to that, until I realized that if you turn the oven on over 400 degrees it will eventually set off the smoke alarm. I read through dinner, I finished reading as the boys were watching something on television.
In the end, the story was printed, a new small black ink cartridge added to the grocery list. I had added page numbers and made some notes. Z wasn't around to see all my persistence, my story may never see the light of day, but I felt I had won just by getting it printed.