Photocopying adventures

Today, Bec Tee and I spent a productive double free double-siding my Oklahoma music. Firstly, we spent probably ten minutes standing there, trying to figure out how to use the feeder thing. This was after we had spent ten minutes in the music suite just doing nothing. Anyway, it was ten minutes before we plucked up the courage to ask a teacher. The secret to using the feeder:

It turns out that the photocopier will automatically detect when there is something in the document feeder, and nom nom nom your paper and copy it accordingly. Ahh. Smart copier.

So after having fed 100 odd pages into the photocopier, we proceeded to bind it. But we realised, just in time, that we had double-sided it wrong. The left hand pages had ended up on the right, and vice versa. All the page turns were in the middle of the double-page spread.

So we did it again.

Having successfully copied everything, we finally got round to binding it. Not before punching some random holes in the now useless copy with the wrong double-siding. And then sticking in the new copy the wrong way. This was all Bec Tee's doing. So she had to take it out, and reinsert it.

It was finally bound.

And then we flicked through, proud of our achievement (the bell for the next period had already gone by then).

Only to discover that page 95 was missing.

It turns out that sometime during the rehearsal, either Cat or I had turned the page over, and page 95 had ended up upside down amongst the pages. So where 95 should've been was a white page.

So we had to copy 95 again. And then guillotine and slice it to perfection, before using sticky tape to stick it in.

Finally, my music is double-sided.

This process took about an hour.

The failed copy eventually went to Cat.

End story.

P.S.: It cost me about eleven dollars of printing credit, plus one more for the binding spiral.

I couldn't be happier. Though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated. But I couldn't be happier. Simply couldn't be happier. Well, not simply. Cause getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated. 

There's a kind of a sort of...cost. 

There's a couple of things get...lost.  

There are bridges you cross, you didn't know you crossed, until you've crossed. And if that joy, that thrill, doesn't thrill you like you think it it will...still...who wouldn't be happier? Because happy is what happens, when all your dreams come true.

Well, isn't it?