Whoops - that was a waste of paper!
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Over the summer, we finished up an online catalog for a client of ours in which she lists the thousands of different items she sells in this one particular category. This is a hefty catalog - I think it's around 50+ pages. Anyway, we saved it as a pdf and interested visitors to her site will be able to download it and peruse it at their leisure.
Well, somehow along the way, someone - I'm not saying who, but it couldn't have been ME so that just leaves Joe... - when converting this file to a pdf format, put in in the printer queue instead. So, the other day, I go to print out a ticket receipt and once I hear it start, I leave the room to get a drink. Or something. I can't recall right now, but it's not really essential to this tale, so we'll just leave it at that.
Anyway, I come back and sit down. After a moment or so, I realize that the printer is spitting out page after page. What??
I turn to Joe - "Um, what's the deal with the printer? Are you printing out a book or something? Did you become an author and not tell me?"
"No. you set it to print. I don't know what you're printing out over there. You're the author, not me."
I bask for a moment in the unintended compliment and then get up to go see just what has been printed. There is my ticket receipt and there are... hmmm... it's the pdf catalog. What the hay?
Joe denies doing this and we all know it couldn't have been me. I would never make such a mistake. We now have a boat load of scratch paper to use for jotting down notes or coming up with a site layout or something. Of course, we'll be buying a new black toner cartridge a bit sooner than we'd hoped, but that's what happens when JOE hits print instead of save! ;)
Well, somehow along the way, someone - I'm not saying who, but it couldn't have been ME so that just leaves Joe... - when converting this file to a pdf format, put in in the printer queue instead. So, the other day, I go to print out a ticket receipt and once I hear it start, I leave the room to get a drink. Or something. I can't recall right now, but it's not really essential to this tale, so we'll just leave it at that.
Anyway, I come back and sit down. After a moment or so, I realize that the printer is spitting out page after page. What??
I turn to Joe - "Um, what's the deal with the printer? Are you printing out a book or something? Did you become an author and not tell me?"
"No. you set it to print. I don't know what you're printing out over there. You're the author, not me."
I bask for a moment in the unintended compliment and then get up to go see just what has been printed. There is my ticket receipt and there are... hmmm... it's the pdf catalog. What the hay?
Joe denies doing this and we all know it couldn't have been me. I would never make such a mistake. We now have a boat load of scratch paper to use for jotting down notes or coming up with a site layout or something. Of course, we'll be buying a new black toner cartridge a bit sooner than we'd hoped, but that's what happens when JOE hits print instead of save! ;)
