At work, this will be the last job at the printer. Pictures for a crazy artist, a man always saving, he works in a museum. All day, and he works at a computer all night. And he loves to have free printing services, and he is a friend of the boss.
Pick the files, send them to the machine in the basement. Follow the files down, find that they are not there. Was it carelessness or was it the machinery? Try again, look up the log. Both deleted. Unknown file type. Sod it.
Back upstairs, take the files to the other machine, one with an ancient version of Photoshop. Open the files, and close them again, save as tiff type files. Send them down to the basement, they have been accepted by the rip now. Good. Feed the stupid stiff fine art paper into the machine, the roll is dry. So it has a forcible curl. Work it into the printer.
Start printing.
The stiffness of the paper has destroyed the print, the suction was not powerful enough to hold the paper down. A printer head crash.
Try again.
The printer complains. A notice appears saying that it is to be restarted. Stop the raster image processor. Turn off the printer. Turn it on. It says "call a technician". Turn it off.
Wait.
Turn it on, and it starts booting as normal, as always. Start the Rip software again. Feed a bit of paper waste into the printer, and start printing, resolve to print all of the prints at once, one after the other, as a long job. That will prevent the end of the paper catching in the print head, as there is no end.
Leave the machine to it's work.
For the very last time.
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