Sooooo, a lady walks into a bar...oh wait, it's not a bar. It's a xerox workroom where lots of busy people make lots of pretty xerox copies of all sorts of interesting things.
Every once in a while something dreadful happens to the delicate machine and all hell breaks loose. Not really, most of the time when the machine gets tired of doing it's job it just sort of jams paper in itself and refuses to work. That's when people using the machine get tired, pull their paper out and walk away quietly. Sometimes they put a sign on it stating that a certain "drawer" is "jamming".
Well...
one time...
early in the morning...
when the xerox machine decided to be especially grouchy...I noticed that just a few inches away from the front of the machine there was an errant screw. It was lying there as if it had managed to jump ship, escape, run away...only it hadn't made it very far. Maybe it ran out of energy having worked so hard to free itself from the enormous machine that had housed it for so long. It looked so liberated, yet so small and alone. It seemed to be so out of place next to "the mother-ship" as if it had fallen out of the nest!
Not only did I photograph this quirky event, I pondered it's possible meaning as it relates to the big picture of life in a workspace. How is it that a screw so tiny, upon escaping from it;s home can wreak such havoc on our lives by refusing to copy our important papers and refusing to give us what we so desire from the xerox machine?Yes, this was truly a case of a screw loose...maybe mine?
