So the floor I work on has the crappiest photocopier/printer EVER! It barely works, makes crazy loud noises and jams constantly. We have put in requests for a new one many times, but it always gets denied by IT/Management who says it "works just fine".
Well the IT guy is here today doing something, and when he went to print the printer jammed for him. He has spent the last 5 minutes trying to figure it out. I sit next to the stupid thing, and know how to un-jam it. But I am not going to help him! Maybe its the pregnancy hormones, but it makes me feel good inside that that karma is at work.
Thank goodness my last day is tomorow, because I am becoming bitter!