The boss’s email had him confused.
It was a request to make several copies of a notice he attached. He wanted it done as soon as possible, in order that all personnel see it first thing in the morning. It wasn’t a polite request, they never are. He is asked to print off enough copies to display on all notice boards in the office. He sat reading it before sending it to the printer. It was yet another budget cut, an attempt to keep costs down. It states that the printer is not to be used after six in the evening. Then, he gets up, wanders around counting boards; nine in all. When he returns, he checks it for spelling mistakes and any errors.
The confusion began when he glanced at the clock. It was past six. He hadn’t realised how late it was. According to the notice he was about to print copies of, this couldn’t be done until tomorrow. He would have to come into work extra early and get them all run off and posted before the boss gets in; not a problem. Besides, the boss always came in a lot later than anyone else.
However, the next day he found that the office printer had gone on the fritz and nobody could copy anything.
Handling confusion had never been his thing.
He went home…