PFM
When I say that our office has a big printer, I mean big.
That’s my hat if it gives you any kind of scale.
We rarely use it, but when we do it’s for something important and pressing.
So when it breaks, it’s really bad.
Now like I’ve said before I’m average with a computer and I excel at common sense, so on my own I can “turn it off and on again” and check any blinking lights, as well as read the manual .
But with this particular error I had done everything I could do on my own and as much as the IT guy could help me over the phone, so we had to schedule a visit.
The next day he came out, walked in the room, turned the thing on – EXACTLY what I had been doing for the past 24 hours.
And it’s fine.
I couldn’t explain it to him.
“No worries” he assured me.
And on his ticket under ‘Diagnosis and Repair Notes’ he wrote: P F M.
“PFM?” I asked
“You are the first person to ever question what that was?” He said “Even my boss-who has seen me do this a hundred times- has never once questioned what it is I’ve done.”
So what is it?
Pure Fucking Magic.
