Oh sweet baby Jesus I am so done dealing with copier salesmen. It is 10:02am and I have already had to deal with 2 different ones, not to mention the 45 minutes I spent with one yesterday and the 30 minutes I spent with one on Wednesday. Note to all copier salesmen: I have more important things to do. LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

I swear they have got to have some kind of copier salesman bat signal that goes up whenever a company even THINKS they maybe might want to consider making a change, because they have been swarming me in droves. The last two weeks have been a barrage of phone calls, e-mails, and drop-in visits (Hello??? Have you heard of scheduling an appointment?). It's bordering on harassment, and I am not even kidding about that. Is this what doctors feel like with pharmaceutical reps? I think maybe so. But at least they get free drugs and pens and crap out of the deal, and their reps are relatively young, good looking women (mostly). I have to deal with some of the slimiest, need to wash my hands now thank you very much, middle aged to old men I've ever met. AND they smell like Old Spice. AND I don't even get free goodies! Old Spice and no free goodies. I'm totally getting the raw end of this deal.