I work in a factory technician. At work, I had to go to the factory laboratory for them to print and I invested it in technology. And there work mainly ladies of the Balzac age, who are in compasses, like I am in colors. Nothing in general. For example, I recently came and one is crying, saying half a day was writing out a typical process, and he took it and went away. I watched - and there just in the Excel the table in the side came...
So the story itself: In general, I have repeatedly observed how one of these ladies before printing turns the alt-monitor, and it becomes very uncomfortable for her to look at it, pressing to the very corner of her office. To the question 'why all this?' Answered 'the blind systemmaker said.'. (We call them so, there is still a lochmaty, or an eyezaur with a lochmosaur, you can't confuse the names.) I went to the eyezaur: Andrew, say, what is there for a fig?
AN: So they called me somehow, saying the printer doesn’t print. I came, looked at them, and the Windows 98 was slightly breathing. All killed, virus with a couple of thousands found. I woke up a lot, I restored all the wood, I decided to joke: I turned the monic and sent it to the print at the same time, the print went, I say it - this is what happened, in the monitor. They were talking together, I thought she understood. Listen, it was 5 years ago...
It looks like a happy end! Andrew came, explained everything, apologized. So she can't learn for a year - on the machine the monitor quietly turns mother. ))