This week at the office I learned how to fax. Faxing might be something straight out of a star treck episode but less shiny. A copy/fax/scanner machine unit is probably the most intimidating forces known to man. it just sits there in the middle of the office staring coldly out at us. Only the few and far between know what magical buttons to push and dial for the hideous box to work. As I stand in front of it praying that I won't make it angry and draw more attention to myself it starts spitting papers out at me. I am one of those marvelous people who names inadament objects. My first car ( a blue Beetle Volkswagen) her name was Phoebe. The stapler on my desk, stan. The fax machine is Shelly. She is a fickle woman. You have to love on her a little bit before she will send your papers across town. Finally after 10 minutes and 3 tries I finally get Shelly to cooperate. I can't wait until our next dance Shelly.
Peace and Love- LEW
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