I didn't start out trying to make an unholy mess on my newly mopped floors. I was only trying to catch up on shredding documents. I've had a basket of them sitting in the garage for five months. (I also have a mountain of things to file, but that's gonna happen later this Spring) My being out of commission means the infrastructure here has suffered...
Exhibit A: The crappy shredder that LIES because it says it will take up to 12 sheets of paper, but it will not. It's our second shredder - we kill appliances. I have a sneaking suspicion that something left this house unshredded and that is why my credit card account got hijacked a couple years ago. Shredders are a good thing. Going 100 paperless would be an even better thing, I realize. But we still have documents and old bills that will need shredding in the future. So...
Exhibit B: The mess created from me taking the darn thing apart and unplugging the paper jam. Yes, I used a skinny wooden ruler to assist. Yes, I broke the ruler. And plastic fork. Ditto a plastic knife.
Two more clean-outs and two and half bags later, I had gotten a chunk of paper so wedged in there it wouldn't budge and I knew I was finished shredding indefinitely. I got the bulk of it done, so after thirty minutes of troubleshooting, I officially gave up. Rather than give Hubby yet another thing to fix (the leaf blower is higher up on the list of things we need fixed) I think I will set this out on the next Big Trash Day. I'm the only one keeping up with the files and such anyway. Executive decision: go quietly to Wal-mart and purchase a new one.
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