And for the last six weeks, my nemesis has been a machine: the Fuji Xerox DocuCentre VII C3373.
And every morning, the printer has printed a single page. On it, in that beautiful, impossible font, is a list. Temperatures. Network traffic. Heart rates of everyone in the building. A prediction of tomorrow’s weather. And at the bottom, always, the same line: fuji xerox docucentre vii c3373 driver
Nothing worked. The C3373 had become a rogue actor, a passive-aggressive deity of the copy room. And for the last six weeks, my nemesis