I Learned a Not New Thing Again!

Today I learned how to use a copy machine. I am not going to say that I already knew of every achievable effect and alteration possible in the annals of copy machine options, but I did know how to make a copy, even multiple copies and even the two-sided kind. I've even been known to lighten or darken a copy as needed. Today, however, I got a tutorial —not one in which I learned all the mysterious and probably unnecessary options of a copy machine, but one which, for some reason, took nearly as long. The lesson consisted of learning how to make copies (just the one-sided kind) and how to refill the paper. I could see how such basic training could be useful and I wasn't about to protest some hard-earned time away from the meat slicer by alerting my instructor to my copying prowess. The problem with the training was not that I didn't understand the importance of it, but that it was embarrassing, very embarrassing. In a room full of people who doubtlessly are far more familiar with the machine than I, my instructor not only instructed me on how to complete the procedures, but also had me act out each thing as she did so. Naturally, I was a natural. Regardless of my ability, though, she had me fill and un-fill the paper again and again (to her credit, there were several different colored papers for me to contend with) until she was sure that I was not disabled.