Guess, I'll go first.
Guess, I'll go first.
I was interviewed by Karl MacIntosh (Copy Machine Specialists). A few questions were asked and I had to take an written test. I thought I did ok.
A few weeks passed and I heard nothing, and then one morning I had a call around 8:00AM asking if I wanted to attend class that day, as a matter of fact I had to come right over. I thought about it and had nothing better to do that day, I said yes and was on my way to making $3.75 and hour to be taught how to repair copy machines.
A few months passed and I landed a job as a technician, it was only then that I found out that I was not picked to be in the class from the first interview. Apparently, there was only one woman in the class of 12 people. After the first day she quit, I heard she was not comfortable as being the only women in the group. I was the alternate...........my how things work out!
Couldnt take my jacket off in a customers office, even if you were pulling a greasy shaft out of a collator, white long sleeve shirts.
so anyway it was 1969 and I applied to a now extinct company called Copystatics and the service manager hired me and explained how the copier worked and I took to it like I always new it.It just made perfect sense. In a month I was teaching copier theory and basic electronis classes to new techs and ones that had been there for a while.
In 1972 I came to work for my present employer and that was just about the time that plain paper copiers were popping up all over the place. The rest is history.
Sam the man
HA HA HA just kidding about the topless dancing but I do have a copier Company!
Started with the company my dad worked for and have moved a few times since
Years ago, a new rep asked for help running a comparison in BLI. She had already found our machine in BLI, but was unable to find the customer's current machine in the database.
I looked at her notes and found the machine she was looking for was the "Bodankor 2000". I told her I'd never heard of that manufacturer... was she sure that she had the name right?
She replied "yes, that's exactly what the customer said, "I just want to get rid of that old "Boat Anchor"."
One of our offices called in to say their spreadsheet wasn't working. I tried to walk them through some things but it wasn't working. I wanted them to send them a new disk, but they already had all their data programmed into it.
I told her to just make a copy of the disk and send it to me so I could fix it and return it to them.
Two days later, I got an envelope in the mail. I opened it and found a single piece of paper. When I unfolded the paper, I saw a "copy" of the disk. The user had placed the disk on a copier and made a copy for me.
This story actually happened to me, it is not a retelling of someone else's story that may or may not have happened, it is true.
I ad some explaining to do when I got back to the office that day.
I installed and trained an Aficio 3035 yesterday to a Sheriff's Office. One of the ladies (who is a true blonde) was asking questions on the yellow key. I instructed her that before you make copies, to press the button to first clear any job that was previously run. I thought she understood that. When I was following up today, I was told by one of the other clerks that what she understood, was that you press the yellow button after every copy made!! She was trying to run 25 stapled sets of a 10 page file, and was pressing the yellow button every time it made a copy. They said it took her about 3 hours to run the job, and someone finally told her that the only time you press the button is before you start to make copies, not during. I thought you guys would enjoy a "blonde moment."
Got a call from a person that ran a business out of their home. I secured the demonstration for the date and time. Loaded the copier and my partner in the car and we were off! We got there and knocked on the door, then rang the doorbell, nothing.....figured we would go around back and knock on the backdoor. We opened the gate and found a woman nude sun bathing in the back yard! She saw us, screamed and went indoors...... we had the wrong address.
Ah the eighties!