I just got home from work - it finally worked out all right, but it was not exactly easy. This morning H, the person who received a severe tongue-lashing from me last autumn (and I was right although it took a while for the two co-workers who thought I'd been "harsh" to realise it - both have since quit), rang me to ok the design - said she loved both designs and that they were so lovely tears had spontaneously sprung to her eyes. Well, that's cool. I always like it when someone appreciates what I've done. So I went to school, arriving, as planned, at about 3:30 (well, a few minutes past that). My idea was that it would just be Tiff and me, and we'd have no set end time. Tiff tells me she has to leave at 6:15. I set up the designs to print, and of course the heat builds quickly to a bazillion degrees. I'd printed a few when the printer jammed. It hasn't been right since someone who shall remain nameless decided to use it for every silly thing, and keeps sucking in several sheets at a time. I cleared it, restarted, printed on plain paper to get rid of excess toner then went back to the transfers (specific transfers for this printer, which worked like a charm last time I used them). Jammed again. I cleared, etc. Jammed with a not-nice noise. I discovered it'd rolled and fused several sheets around a roller. I cut along the part I could see with a spoon, burning myself on the million-degree innards, and waited for Tiff so I could ask her to find pliers. Finally she comes, goes out and borrows pliers from a visiting Bureau of Indian Affairs man, and pulls the paper out for me. I start printing, putting the papers in one at a time. Hell - it's only 100 - not that terrible. I did something and it jammed but this time was easier to get the paper out... maybe that happened twice. I resolutely continued, then when Tiff came back (she had been working on paperwork necessary to actually having a school - of course my problems are much more important to me - ha!) she took over feeding the printer and I worked on the design for the motorcycle T shirt for Brad. We were doing that little project as our fun incentive of the day. Did that, printed all the transfers, got done by Tiff's extended 7pm deadline. Then I staggered off feeling the consequences of hours inside an oven - but not as bad as I might've. So, yay, that's done!