Papercuts and Piercing Alarms.

Today I was thrown a stack of paper as thick (that eventually become even more) as the length of my pinky to be faxed out.

At my jobs, it is the two extremes of the fax machine that I want to hear.
In the day, I want to hear that piercing sound signifying the successful delivery of the fax.
At night, I'd rather not hear any of that.
Oh, how contrasting.

But no matter what, I still hate fax, the fax machine, and all the noise it produces.

Movie after work, YAY(:

Happy POP/POC to those who've passed out! (: