Attached to this copier is a change machine.
This change machine is the whiniest, noisiest, most selfish most annoying most spiteful change machine I have ever worked with.
This may sound harsh, but I'm telling you that if you met this change machine, you would have to agree.
I spend a good part of each day babying that thing. Putting a dime in (because it only takes dimes...) at just the right angle and shifting the whole box off to one side to get the dime to slide in. Instead of flipping out onto the floor. And making feeble older people have to attempt to crawl around and find it.
Once you make eye contact with some desperate patron, confused and discouraged, standing over by the machine, it's all over. You are now responsible to feed endless dimes into it, shaking it, stroking it, striking it. Until you get every. single. desired. copy.
Double sided? Bring it on. Reduce or enlarge? Child's play. Sweaty and hunched over, eyes blazing and dimes clutched in my fist, I WILL conquer this machine.
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