Okay, can I just share something that really gives me the red-ass? Every time one of the accountants does something stupid and jams the copier, they come stomping over to my desk with a "I need you to fix the copier."
Esqueeze me? Do I look like a damn Xerox repairman to you? No. I am an AA and I have no more knowledge than you do.
And it's not even about knowledge. It's about the fact that they broke it - they screwed it up - and now they want Mommy to come bail them out and fix it so it's all better instead of having to actually put in the effort of fixing it.
SORRY KIDS. I'm not Mommy. Open the damn door and pull out the jam your damn self.