*spit*

Fair go, l just can’t put over a good impression if l tried!
When l got home from work, my visitors already had a meal waiting (okay, pub takeaway but the thought was there).
l mentioned that l had to quickly print out some invoices as l have sales coming out of my ears and were slightly behind in online work.
See, we bought a new big combo printer/fax/scanner thingy and it only come with demo inks. So l’d ordered new cartridges online only they turned up and both the black ones were dead. l rang the supplier up and they promised replacement ones by return mail. Guess what? No sign of them. Try writting out 30 odd invoices by hand!
So when l went to work in another town, l called into the office supplies there to get a cartridge to hold me over until the others arrived.
Pfft. They didn’t have my type. l waited a few more days for either the mail ones to arrive or the shop to get some in – none.
Caved in today and bought some bottles of refill ink. l really needed to catch up on printing out invoices and knowing our group has a full agenda the next 8 or 9 days…..well, that ink was needed NOW.
Back to tonight. Whilest munching on tea, l told Thems about the plight of the ink, how summin so simple should not be so hard.
One of the Hims said not to refill them, they are messy and will void the warrenty.
l said l had no choice, this is not a city where you can pop out and buy what you need.
Hims said to wait.
l said l have waited. Almost 3 weeks now. Sick of waiting.
Hims said l would be sorry.
l said suck it up, buddy. How hard can it be?
Well…..getting into the blister pack almost took 3 fingers off (why DO they seal them things so hard?).
Assembled all the bits, grabbed cartridge, needle, stopper, syringe…ink.
Hims says ‘You dropped a leaflet on the ground by your feet’.
l says its only the instructions and any twit knows how to refill these.
*famous last words*

Oh. For fucks sake.
One little syringe of ink covered the bench, my hands, the floor, the front of my jumper and the splashback tiles.And do you think it will wash off?
*rolls eyes*
Two Hims and one Hers politely said nothing, they even stiffled their sniggers.
l did win, l managed to fill the fucker in the end but even l had to chuckle when finally reading the instructions (with badly ink stained hands):
Always cover your working area with folded kitchen paper incase of ink spillage
Do not try to force the ink out of the syringe as the pressure might cause the needle to detach from the end of the syringe resulting in an uncontrolled release of ink.
Oh. No shit Sherlock! Try telling me that before the event, will you?
*sigh*
Summin so easy should not be so hard!

Once l get all this ink off my hands, l should make myself a milo latte with the cuppachino machine thems have bought with them. After all….what could go wrong?
*blink*