It didn’t work the first time or the second time. By the third time, she was clenching her teeth and getting angry.
“Come on, you bastard.”
Whilst she knew that yelling and swearing were not actually going to make a difference, it made her feel better. Although, if she thought about it carefully, it just got her more angry, raised her blood pressure and sometimes made her cry, just a little.
The paper scrolled through again. She kicked the wall.
“Work! You stupid piece of crap printer! I don’t know why you won’t just work!” She knew she was losing it when she started pleading. She angrily turned the printer and computer off, waited a minute, and then turned them back on. If this didn’t work, she was going to throw one, or possibly both of them, out the window.
She wondered if she was over reacting.