... on a FS-532 finisher.
I could see the paper. I could almost reach the paper. All I had to do is reach just a lit-tle further. So I pushed just a little further and twisted, until voila! I got my arm inside! I grabbed the paper! Then I discovered I had a problem. I could not get my arm back out. I had pressed past the elbow, and it wouldn't come back out the way it went in.
By coincidence, I was accompanied by a salesman today, who was sitting on a stool nearby. Our conversation went something like this:
me: Um Bob ... I have a little problem.
Bob: What sort of a problem?
me: My arm is stuck.
Bob: Hah! Funny!
me: Not so funny. I'm really stuck ... and it's starting to go numb.
Bob: What can I do?
Well, we soon discovered that any movement of the stapling tray or the booklet maker cut off my circulation completely. I took quite a bit of wiggling to find a position that I could still feel my fingers. My first thought was that if we could get the finisher disconnected from the machine, we could get the back cover off ... then I don't know what. I directed Bob to the screws that attach the finisher. After about 20 minutes the finisher was still attached, there was a pile of screws on the floor, and I couldn't feel two of my fingers. Bob wanted to call 911. I countered that if we called in fireman, they wouldn't be kind to the finisher. It would get chopped up, probably a total loss. Instead we called the boss. The nearest tech was 75 minutes away, and turned around to head our way.
It's surprisingly difficult to picture the workings of a finisher when your fingers are tingling. Then I had another idea. If Bob could find the screws that secure the booklet maker to the rails, maybe we could make some additional room for my arm. Another pile of screws on the floor, then 5 minutes later the booklet maker dropped about an inch, when he found the right screws. Oh, the relief! My arm slid right out! Two phone calls later we re-directed the tech back to his regularly scheduled call.
I give Bob a lot of credit for sticking with me, and trying every one of my stupid ideas. Most of the time, I'm the only one on this site. I did have my phone and screwdriver on my hip, but it could have been a long time until help arrived.
Thanks Bob! (substituted fictitious name).
How did you spend last Thursday? =^..^=
I could see the paper. I could almost reach the paper. All I had to do is reach just a lit-tle further. So I pushed just a little further and twisted, until voila! I got my arm inside! I grabbed the paper! Then I discovered I had a problem. I could not get my arm back out. I had pressed past the elbow, and it wouldn't come back out the way it went in.
By coincidence, I was accompanied by a salesman today, who was sitting on a stool nearby. Our conversation went something like this:
me: Um Bob ... I have a little problem.
Bob: What sort of a problem?
me: My arm is stuck.
Bob: Hah! Funny!
me: Not so funny. I'm really stuck ... and it's starting to go numb.
Bob: What can I do?
Well, we soon discovered that any movement of the stapling tray or the booklet maker cut off my circulation completely. I took quite a bit of wiggling to find a position that I could still feel my fingers. My first thought was that if we could get the finisher disconnected from the machine, we could get the back cover off ... then I don't know what. I directed Bob to the screws that attach the finisher. After about 20 minutes the finisher was still attached, there was a pile of screws on the floor, and I couldn't feel two of my fingers. Bob wanted to call 911. I countered that if we called in fireman, they wouldn't be kind to the finisher. It would get chopped up, probably a total loss. Instead we called the boss. The nearest tech was 75 minutes away, and turned around to head our way.
It's surprisingly difficult to picture the workings of a finisher when your fingers are tingling. Then I had another idea. If Bob could find the screws that secure the booklet maker to the rails, maybe we could make some additional room for my arm. Another pile of screws on the floor, then 5 minutes later the booklet maker dropped about an inch, when he found the right screws. Oh, the relief! My arm slid right out! Two phone calls later we re-directed the tech back to his regularly scheduled call.
I give Bob a lot of credit for sticking with me, and trying every one of my stupid ideas. Most of the time, I'm the only one on this site. I did have my phone and screwdriver on my hip, but it could have been a long time until help arrived.
Thanks Bob! (substituted fictitious name).
How did you spend last Thursday? =^..^=
. I'm glad it turned out OK, but that salesman is going to have a long ride with this story!
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