Spent just about an hour this morning on campus, paper trimming "otto" that was so graciously printed out with such speed and perfection. These guys are good–even the trimmer was pre-set for me at the right spot, and I was thrilled because I wasn’t sure that they’d be collated, and they were. That’s a great time-saver for me right there. But after an hour it got to be ten a.m., and since the shop is supposed to open then, and I’d only cut 20 sets out of 50, I loaded them all up and took them home to use my dinky but effective trimmer on the rest of them.
But it was kind of fun; was reminded of my years as Susie Secretary, with the noise of the copying and binding machines clattering around me. Soon swung back into the rhythm of production work (which I’ve also done!) and giggled as I rocked to the rhythm of slice with the right hand, pick up with the left, slide the blade back, etc., both hands working independently of each other but finding the most efficient ballet of interaction. I felt so very Catholic.
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