I was creating kind of a spectacle with the printer. It was a smaller model designed to serve a dozen or so people who used it lightly. I was running it non-stop pretty much from the minute I got in in the morning. After a few weeks, the printer started to rebel. It would jam frequently and make terrible noises. I became very skilled at convincing it to keep printing.
The ink was a problem too. Getting replacement cartridges was a hassle because I had to go through Eddie. With Eddie, everything was a personal favor. I had no patience for him. I would tell him I needed ink a little before I really needed it. This allowed time for him to jerk me around for a while before actually producing the ink. By the time the ink arrived, I was usually just about out. Meanwhile, when the cartridges got low, I would take them out of the printer and bang them on the floor. This usually allowed me to get another stack or two of barcode sheets out of them.
I would repeat the process until no amount of banging would produce another barcode sheet. If I had been one of the other staple people, I would have been going crazy with all the random banging. Lucky for me, none of them seemed particularly sensitive to noise, maybe because everyone was usually wearing headphones. At any rate, they never complained, although I do remember someone commenting gently, as I beat the snot out of an ink cartridge, “Hey... I think it’s time to let that one go now.”