I left Pipe Shields when my school schedule became too erratic for a nine-to-five job. Plus I became pretty disillusioned with office work after the time sheet fiasco. Enter CopyMax, where I made the wildest print jobs come true using a factory of cantankerous contraptions. I became a master of the massive, $500,000 copy machine that could copy, collate, fold, and bind. It was possessed with the ghost of Gutenberg himself, and had to be routinely exorcised. There was also a paper cutter that could slice a ream (500 sheets) of paper at once. It was NEAT. I got fired for being 10 minutes late twice in a row.