I bought an all in one copier/printer/fax/scanner just before Christmas. Upon its arrival, I slit open the box and lifted the flaps to see the top of the large printer. I’m not sure exactly why I did this, because I knew I wouldn’t set it up yet. I guess I wanted to make sure they didn’t pack a lead blender in the box instead.
For five weeks the large box sat in my dining room as a reminder of my procrastinating ways. This box lived only a few feet away from the still-packaged towel rack that I bought nearly two years ago (to replace an old one that is barely hanging on the wall). All this time, I vacuumed around it, stepped over it and did my best to ignore it.
It’s like subconsciously I knew that disconnecting my dinosaur fax machine and ten-year-old printer would bring misery and misfortune. Dramatic? Yes! But sometimes the truth has a theatric flair. I looked at the tangle of cords under my desk. Years of inattention allowed them to twist into a pit of angry snakes ready to attack.
On Sunday, a friend had some information about a contractor friend of hers to share with me and asked if I wanted to make a copy. Yeah, I wanted a copy, but I had to admit to her that I couldn’t make a copy because I didn’t have the printer set up yet. I missed out on that one.
That evening, I resolved to attack the task, figuratively speaking. I enlisted hubby to remove the printer from the box because it was heavy. He did the brawny work and I grabbed the instruction manual, turning it to page one to start my set up journey. I verified that I had all of the parts and although I was a bit intimidated by the flow chart of the steps I had to go through, I soldiered on.
Each step had the English and Spanish instructions side-by-side. This was a bit confusing for me – I like it better when the manual is all in English and other translations follow in separate sections of the manual. I’d write Canon to let them know this, but I’m 99.9% sure they don’t care.
I inserted the printer head backwards at first because I couldn’t follow written or pictorial instructions. Luckily, my eight-year-old son approached at that time to advise me I wasn’t holding the part like it showed in the picture. Ah. I followed his directions, given in his ‘are-you-really-this-dumb’ tone of voice, and voila! It snapped into place. The manual stated that this part should not be removed unnecessarily once in place. No worries. I guarantee it will remain in place until the printer chugs out its last printed page.
I unwrapped and inserted all five of the ink cartridges, loaded paper in the bottom tray, set up the fax settings, installed the software on my computer and set the printer up on my wireless network. I felt like a genius when I opened a test document, selected print and the page actually printed on my new printer. Never mind that an eight-year-old came to my aid.
Last night, I tried to set up my husband’s PC to use the printer, but the printer couldn’t be detected. I followed the troubleshooting steps and messed with several network settings I probably had no business getting into. It still didn’t work. Finally, I found the IP address of the printer and added it manually to his computer. Ha! I am genius, I thought with a smirk on my face.
I fixed it all right. The computer recognizes the printer now. The good news is that I can finally get stuff to print. The bad news? Anything printed remains in the printer queue and has to be manually deleted after the pages print.
Yep, reality has wiped away all delusions of genius (and that smirk off my face). I humbly admit my defeat to technology. Now I remember why I still used a fax machine and printer that could’ve been on display in the Smithsonian…
Technology has the upper hand with me. What about you? Who’s boss – you or technology?