The Rise of the Photocopier

So I have returned to Southam.
and after one evening of rest i got to work finding money (having spent the last £50 in my account on a computer game).
thus the next day i was down the employment centre and by Monday i had a job sorted in a reprographics place near leam. not science communication, but i need beer money.

Four days of standing around has naturally addled my brain some, fortunately i have found ways of surviving and have inadvertently become THE PHOTOCOPIER. (for full effect you have to read that sentence out loud getting gradually louder as you go)
ok its only slightly superheroic (ok not very at all) but it can keep me amused.
Monday: The origins of the Photocopier. Wherein a mild(ish) mannered journalist acquires the power of the duplication of paper! wooOOoooOOOooo. and our plucky hero also learns to comb bind, almost blinding himself with poorly designed equipment.
Tuesday: Wherein our hero, now possessed of duplication, faces herculean tasks as the companies legal department request huge tests of his skills by massive folders. Our hero gains the power of scanning and emailing and adds a stapler to his utility harness. Also a trial by flesh is taken as our hero welds enormous scissors in a most unsafe manner, and badly punctures his left hand, causing great bleeding and discomfort.
Wednesday: Having recovered from his non fatal qounds of the day before our hero continues his efforts. Learning the respective skills of sure and wire binding, he binds increasingly large documents. He also faces A0 dupilcation and survives, folding like a greek god.
Thursday: This is the day that our young hero learns the greatest lesson of all. The skill of watching the desk, after which large portions of the day become devoted to sitting and serving the more attractive damsels in distress.
now thats superheroic.
What challenges await him tomorrow and possibly next week if they still need someone when stuart goes to work in the mailroom because they are short staffed to? ONLY TIME WILL TELL.

Also, in actual news i got a haircut. Shazam!
Bearing in mind that saying i look like David Tennent or John Barrowman will illicit cries of anger and disgust from their respective lady followers, who will claim me far less attractive and damage my streads of self-esteem, i instead have decided i look like Ricky Martin.
my hair's sorta short and spikey.
it's good, don't worry.