I ran out of ink--the same ink I always run out of--and so I had to change the cartridge. I'm already annoyed because I can't use my new laser printer because the toner cartridge ran out and the new toner cartridge is giving me error messages. I'm additionally annoyed because I like buying ink in bulk so that I save, but the only bulk ink I can find at my favorite savings store sells one of each kind of ink jet ink cartridge instead of sensibly offering two (or three, please!) of the ink I'm always running out of.
And then I start trying to pry the ink out of the nuclear-bomb-proof packaging without damaging the cartridge, and I have to fight the impulse to tear at it with my teeth like a wild animal out of frustration. The way the edges and the extruded parts where the ink sits interplay make scissors almost useless, knives dangerous to use, and argh!! My teeth aren't working!!
The scissors finally do it for me, after prying and some ineffectual cutting and forcing blade against seams, and I extract my cartridge.
My nerves, however, are frayed to bits.
And the worst part?
On the front, images of smiling, happy people are mocking me.
But maybe that's not the worst part after all. You see, I only managed to open one area, which gave me access to two cartridges (one of which I don't need, of course.) When I next run out of ink, most likely I'll have to open the other area to get to the cartridge I need.
Expletives don't cover it. I just have to put it away and not look at it anymore, or I'll do something rash like write an angry letter.
I bet they're punishing me for trying to save money.
Argh times infinite. Poopyheaded packaging designers ...