I hold a thick stack of materials in my hand to print. It's a little different from the work I had in mind, but then again, it's only the first day, and it's normal to start with the most basic things.
When I printed it out, I took it to the supervisor's office. "Supervisor, I printed out the information you asked for."
Dunn looked it over and threw it all on the floor. "You have three copies printed and you can not hear it? Young people do things so impetuously."
I frowned. "Dunn, you told me to print only one copy."
"How did your ears work? The three copies are three and print them again."
I opened my lips and finally said nothing. "OK, I will print them right away."
"Wait, pick up the trash on the floor and then leave."
I endured the grief and bent down to pick up the paper on the floor. It seems Dunn has a personal vendetta.
If Warren had not happened along, the supervisor would have screwed up the job.