Violence solves...some things?

In the course of working at my current job, I have developed a key morale building technique for myself and my fellow techs: The Wall of Shame.

Pretty much exactly what it sounds like: TFTS, local style. We print out emails or call printouts with comments on them for our own enjoyment and post them on our walls. Nothing derogatory, of course, just stuff that makes us giggle. So here is an installment from my wall of shame.

About three, maybe four years ago, we had an art professor working here that has been an institution on campus for many many years (He retired after I think 30 years in service). Anyhow, as you can imagine, technology and he were not the best of friends. Now to be fair, he had gone drinking and carousing with technology, but they had not much in common and barely spoke.

So one day I get a ticket in queue: > This damn printer is acting up again. Someone better come fix it quick, or I might be liable to throw it out

Awesome! I like a little snark to my users, so having never dealt with this guy before, I was impressed off the bat. I emailed him asking what the specific issue was. I didn't hear back from him that day, but I was busy dealing with about a half dozen other issues as well and didn't think about it till the next day.

I get to work in the morning to the best email I have probably ever read in a work setting:

> Oh I fixed it. I hit it. I'm serious, I gave it a wholloping I hope it never forgets!

Surprisingly, we never got another call about that printer. When he retired, I was assigned to do his leaving user paperwork, which involves visiting the machine and doing a physical backup before wiping out the profile. His printer was still there, in one piece and WORKING! I guess violence really does solve some problems.