Ex. 2 Reem Cutter

Barnaby stood at the ream-cutter staring at the nearly 5000 business cards that needed to be cut. There were scraps of paper on his right shoulder and his nametag was one the wrong side of his shirt. He sighed as he lifted the lid, unscrewed the clamp and pushed the 8.5 by 11 piece of PC80 under the blade. The ream cutter was supposed to be able to cut through a ream of paper, however this particular machine could only manage about 20 sheets at a time. He placed the cards at 4.25 or half the sheet of paper and began to screw down the clamp.
“Excuse me, sir.” Came from behind the counter.
“Yes sir, how may I help you?” the words folded out of his mouth in an accordion style and lay on the table flat. The smile that pressed his cheeks made the edges of his mouth rise too much, so the small amount of fat he had purged under his chin. The business cards lie pinned to the table waiting to be chopped.
“Yea I was wondering if you could make 50 copies of these”, he held up a small booklet, “ and laminate them in 5 millimeter lamination. Then I need them coil bound all by tomorrow at 3pm.”Barnaby breathed out and grabbed a work order and a job jacket.
“So we want this copied on 8.5x11 20# paper?”
“Yes sir.”
“With each of them cut to this size and laminated in 5 mil. Laminate?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then were going to coil bind them. What color coil do you want? We have red, blue, clear and black.”
“Red, like a target.”
He pulled the work order forward, “And you need it all by tomorrow at 3pm?” the looked at him as if being pulled away on a spaceship.
“Yep.”
“ Alright I’ll I need from you is your name and phone number.” The man absent-mindedly wrote some letters and numbers on the page. He shoved it forward.
“Is that all?” he said as he turned away from the counter and lifted his hat off his head.
“Yea that’s it, sir.” He left the order on the table and headed back to cut the cards. The cards were due in an hour should be ok. He held both buttons down and heard the machine make a slight screeching sound as it sliced through the paper. He removed the cards that had been cut and pressed the buttons down again, but harder this time. His shirt was untucked and his shoes were the wrong color brown, but his hair was done to one side nicely.
He lifted out the cards and turned them so that the long side was facing the same way on each half of the paper. He shoved the pages in the machine, quickly rolled the machine to 3.50, spin the clamp tightly shut and slammed down the lid. His teeth gritted, like the clamp of the machine on the cards.
“Barnaby, doesn’t this go somewhere?” it was his boss man and he left the cards on a dangle in the cutter.
“Yea.” He picked up the order walked over to the book and placed it on the logbook.
“So, you’re not going to log that? Just leave it for someone else to do?” he was already half to the ream cutter. He walked back toward the log book, slammed down the red pin and wrote the customers name, phone number, work order and job description.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as the boss man walked by.
“Oh and we need 20 signs printed…” his boss trailed off into nothing.
He stared at the cards sitting on the ream cutter. They were bright blue and he thought that the color was strange for a business card. It was a loud color.
He stepped to the machine and roled the machine to 8.50. He lowered the clamp and cut the card at 2.50. then he moved the cards forward to 6.50.
“Sir, I’d like to place an order for a stamp.”
He left the ream cutter and walked to the counter. “Of course what can I do for you?”
“I’d like to make a stamp that says ‘WTF’. What’s the size and prices?”
He walked down to the right end of the counter were the computer was.