John Turner34 said:If you had just specified which printer model you’re using, maybe we could actually offer some help here. It could be a hardware failure—you should look into a warranty claim. Could be a factory defect or something happened during shipping... Some printers are sensitive to paper volume; try loading just 10 sheets, then maybe 30. Are you certain the paper tray is seated correctly? It needs to go deep into the machine, which is standard for most models.
Phaser 3020.
The unit arrived perfectly packaged—brand new, no damage. I actually called them two days ago to tell them *not* to send it because it seemed to be working fine at first, but then after letting it sit unused for a week, I tried to print something and now it's dead again.
I'll follow your suggestion and test different quantities—starting with 10 sheets, then 30—to see if that fixes it.
I’m not sure if this PDF or the thread itself is appropriate—please move this topic if it doesn't belong here.
Two weeks ago, I picked up a brand-new printer, but for some inexplicable reason, it refuses to pull any paper from the tray.
I followed the instructions included with the paper—removed all the shipping tape, set everything up properly, and went through the motions.
Installed the drivers via CD...
And even though the device shows it's ready to go, it keeps throwing an "out of paper" error at me.🤷 I have adjusted the paper format settings and tried loading different amounts of paper into the tray, but the status remains stubbornly stuck on: "no paper."
Where is the flaw in my logic? I've combed through the settings and everything appears perfectly configured, yet it still insists there is no paper.
It worked exactly once—it churned out about 15 pages of some junk documents I scribbled down just to test the machine—and after that single successful run, it has been nothing but failure ever since.
Now I am at a loss. Is there some specific number of pages required for it to trigger—which, naturally, isn't mentioned in the manual—or am I simply messing up the loading process? It makes no sense to me. Or perhaps there is a secondary step I need to take after loading the paper but before hitting print?🤔
Carol Barrett2 said:Let them experiment on me, since they're already experimenting on everyone else anyway.
What they’re telling you about work—they aren't entirely wrong, but then again, they aren't entirely right either. If you're miserable, burnt out, or just plain unhappy with your job... yeah, you should probably find a new one.
It seems like we humans are always chasing something better.
What exactly did they do to you? ☕ Using the word "experiments" sounds absolutely chilling to me.
At this point, I have no idea who's actually right and who isn't.
Lawrence Bailey77 said:Professional diagnosis > an authorized expert..
The users here are regularly cautioned, penalized, or even banned when they attempt to issue (do) diagnoses ☕
Depression is a far more serious condition, so perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to actually trust the medical institutions that are meant to be doing their jobs 😬 Let them do a little work on you for once 🙂
I honestly wish time would just slow down—there is so much I want to accomplish in this life, yet everything seems to be moving at breakneck speed. It’s frustrating, frankly; sometimes I feel disillusioned watching years just slip through my fingers because I've been living such a programmed existence—like a damn robot. Same job, same people, the same repetitive stories, the same predictable routes... it all just loops, leaving me starving for some actual change. I gave up sleeping in ages ago; I’d much rather be up by 7 or 8 AM, even when I don't have work. It’s better to squeeze every single minute out of life than to waste the day sleeping away like Los Angeles Sun. I do agree that perception is everything here—if you're actually engaged in something interesting that grabs your attention, time flies. If you have nothing to do, it drags. Personally, even at work, I'd rather stay busy—even during breaks—because that makes the time move faster. When boredom hits, I find something to occupy myself, and suddenly an hour has vanished; I'll open a forum, read a few threads, and boom—an hour feels like a minute. Time has always moved fast for me, though I recall school hours feeling like entire lifetimes back in the day. I slept through preschool, spent my childhood focused on sports 😁 but now? Now I wish everything would slow down. I’d even take a chance to go back and fix some of the mistakes I've made in the past.
James Mitchell11 said:I feel like you’ve hit a bit of a rut lately, maybe even some burnout. You really need to shake things up to get that spark back—do something that actually gets your adrenaline pumping!
Think paragliding, riding a motorcycle through the desert, or a massive cross-country road trip... something like that.
An adventure trip sounds tempting—really. But I can't just drop everything for 10 days a year to be completely off the grid, and honestly, when I finally *do* have free time, I don't have the energy to travel—so I just spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family. Plus, I’m usually saving up for specific long-term goals, so there isn't much left over for spontaneous trips.
Nicole Booth25 said:Perhaps you’ve just let routine get the better of you. There are plenty of us in the same boat.😉
probably ☕
Carol Barrett2 said:I guess I didn't word that very well, so you missed my point entirely.
What I actually meant was—think of it as a bridge. Like, a transition phase. You take this current gig you're stuck in and start scaling back—either by cutting hours or just coasting through it—while you hunt for something that actually makes you happy. Once you land that dream role, you ramp up there and slowly phase out the old job that's currently making you miserable.
So, yeah... just two jobs for a little while, acting as a temporary buffer until you can finally ditch the one that's draining your soul.
But hey, what do I know? I'm clearly not exactly winning any awards for life coaching.
Later.
That was just a misunderstanding on my part. What can I say? A job that would actually make me happy... I’m afraid that won't happen anytime soon. I have to take whatever work is offered to me. People tell me, "Be grateful you even have a job," so I have to pretend to be happy. I've been thinking about moving away from America for a long time, but I'm terrified of change, and it's certainly not a simple decision.
Carol Barrett2 said:Yeah, I get it. Maybe I wouldn't either.
If you weren't in IT, maybe things would be different—because let's face it, in tech, there's always another fire to put out.
Maybe your work is something like math or accounting—it's just repetitive, and after a while, the monotony starts to eat at you.
And we humans? We crave the thrill, the new stuff, the challenge. We absolutely hate being bored out of our minds.
Have you thought about picking up a side hustle or a second job if you can swing it? Like, keep doing what you're doing part-time, but find something actually interesting—something that makes you feel alive.
As for the whole "starting from zero" thing and leaving people behind... yeah, you're right. That’s incredibly tough. No doubt about it.
I'm not in Tech. But honestly, everything bores me pretty quickly—though, I suppose I wouldn't get bored if I were doing something I actually loved. A "dream job," if you will—but that's a different conversation entirely. You have to take the opportunities presented to you; that's the only way to actually move forward. If I spend my whole life dodging responsibility just to avoid boredom, I'll end up absolutely nowhere.
Two jobs? Please. I can barely handle the stress I have now—adding more would give me a legitimate reason to check out early.
James Mitchell11 said:Try to tap back into what actually used to get you fired up. Was it playing guitar, getting lost in a good book, dancing, or maybe hitting the pool hall? Think back to those big dreams you had when you were a kid. Give them another shot. That’s usually the best way to find your spark again. Just take it one step at a time and don't throw in the towel.
I do have passions and goals, but I’m moving way too slowly—time is slipping through my fingers and my surroundings feel incredibly stagnant. I’m stuck in jobs that drive me insane; every time I finally clear one hurdle, another one pops up right in its place. I’ve thought about packing up and changing my entire environment, but there are people here I can't easily walk away from—and if I did, I'd be starting from absolute zero.
Carol Barrett2 said:Honestly, it’d be way more tolerable, no question about it. But then again, things could go sideways pretty fast—you might spiral, or maybe you wouldn't. Who knows? Maybe you'd just get a sudden wake-up call and snap out of it.
That's just a "whatever happens, happens" kind of situation, I guess.
He wouldn't "snap back" by doing that. Suicide isn't a solution to problems.
Carol Barrett2 said:Lethargy. Or maybe just total apathy.
I feel like I’m hitting some of the same walls you are. It might be a certain kind of depression, honestly. I’ve been doing a bit of digging into it myself—I’ve got symptoms of bipolar disorder, but I also think there’s a term for it that doesn't quite have a direct translation, though I believe an Englishman would just call it unipolar, or major depression.
Best,
I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a clinical disorder—I've always functioned perfectly fine within society—though, admittedly, I can't be certain. As a kid, I went through various behavioral shifts, but as I got older, those phases just seemed to pass. I've read about all sorts of psychological conditions where you can find bits and pieces of yourself in a few lines, yet nothing fits perfectly—so much so that I'm honestly not sure which category I would even fall into if I were.😁 But, as long as my mind stays sharp—and thank God, it does—I intend to stay grounded. Back in elementary school, I was significantly more high-strung than my classmates, which actually led my principal to refer me to a specialist, where they mentioned ADHD.
Carol Barrett2 said:Honestly, if someone just handed me a billion bucks right now, I don't think I'd even know what to do with myself—though, let's be real, I'd definitely be a lot happier.
I'd probably feel pretty much the same way about all this stuff too.
Then again, I might be happy—because, let's face it, it's better to be depressed on a superyacht than in a cramped apartment.
James Mitchell11 said:Did anything hit you particularly hard emotionally right before that happened?
I am disappointed in everything—including myself. Looking back, I had a decent childhood; I never really faced the kind of struggles you see in blue-collar families, so this persistent dissatisfaction just keeps crawling back. I’ve always tried to push myself through it alone—I never sought out a therapist or asked for advice because I have this nagging suspicion that nobody actually cares about me, and besides, what good would their words do? I’ve felt this deep-seated discontent with myself, with people, with everything I see around me. There are moments when I genuinely hate the entire world from sunrise to sunset. It isn't even that I'm struggling to get by—my life is objectively good—but I can't explain it. I know plenty of people who support me and whom I could actually get along with, yet I find them completely uninteresting. I always look like I've lost everything, even though I can't pinpoint why. So, I just try to keep my head up. I feel this void—this sense that something is missing—but I have no idea what it is. Sometimes, I am honestly terrified of myself and the decisions I make, because it feels like every single one of them is wrong.
neonhawk16 said:It’s pretty obvious there’s some underlying resentment or just a deep sense of being unfulfilled driving this, isn't there? Are you actually getting out there—you know, hitting the gym, hiking through some national park, or just doing anything physical to shake off that stagnant feeling and get your energy back up?
No... I work, then I head straight home to grab a drink, catch some sports, and maybe hit up the local pub if I’m feeling social—otherwise, I’m just glued to my PC. As for work? I hate it. There is zero motivation there. Every morning, I drag myself to the office like I’m heading to a prison cell. To put it bluntly: I hate everything about my current setup, and this environment is absolutely draining me. I know I need a change—I crave something new—but I am completely lost on where to even start. Sometimes, I get this overwhelming sensation that I don't belong anywhere—that there isn't a single place on this planet where I can actually find genuine inner peace or any sense of fulfillment. When I look around, I see people who seem genuinely content—people who are constantly positive and radiating this upbeat energy. It’s good to see them, and in a way, it should be motivating, but honestly? It just makes me feel like I’ll never find a real reason to be happy like they are.
I don't display emotions—not the current mood you can usually read through someone's facial expressions, body language, or reactions. I am essentially a robot; I maintain a permanent poker face. When I hear something shocking, I remain indifferent. If I’m incredibly happy or deeply saddened, you wouldn't know by looking at me—it’s always the same expression. Honestly, I suspect people could tell me my entire neighborhood was wiped out, and I'd react the exact same way as if they told me someone stubbed their toe—it just "happens," and that's that. For two years now, nothing has been funny to me; I’m always that guy in the group who doesn't laugh, even when someone tells a joke that should be side-splitting. Nothing can terrify me, either—if they announced a full-scale war tomorrow, I’d act like it was just another Tuesday. I've become cold-blooded toward everything. The people I encounter and the stories I hear simply aren't interesting anymore. My communication with others is strictly transactional; I avoid my neighbors, nothing surprises me, and nothing can sadden or particularly gladden me. If I won the Powerball jackpot, knowing myself, I’d probably just say "cool" and go back to watching TV. Everything bores me within ten minutes. I’m constantly switching jobs, too—what is wrong with me? It’s as if I dropped in from Mars. I've noticed my communication skills have deteriorated; I can't concentrate because my attention span is shot, or I find myself giving nothing but one-word "yes" or "no" answers. I keep cutting off friendships as they develop—even though I don't actually want to. I want to change, but it just isn't happening.
I am personally hoping that Željko Babić continues to lead the American national team—because, as a man of faith, I truly feel that he is the one who will guide us toward gold in 2018, provided God wills it, alongside seven holy warriors. Let’s give him another shot; after all, it is a Christian virtue to forgive. May the Blessed Mother lead us into the finals—he possesses both the charisma and the sheer will to make it happen. Everything will work out for us in the end; let us pray for our players and hope that Babić makes his return. It will happen—it simply must—because the Almighty stands on the side of good men, such as the charismatic Mr. Željko Babić.
We should probably just keep Željko Babić as coach—actually, let’s go a step further and hand him a silver rosary so he can sit on the sidelines praying instead of actually watching the flow of the game. He seems to have a real knack for calling time-outs exactly when we gain momentum, effectively giving the opposition a much-needed breather. And why stop there? When we’re up by a significant margin, we absolutely must sub in the most exhausted and battered players on the roster—it’s the perfect way to ensure the opponent can flip the script. Of course, when it comes to those high-stakes penalty shots, we need to pick a player who knows the opposing goalie intimately from their club days, just to make sure they miss. As for our tactical setup, let's stick with the seven-on-six strategy; it creates such delightful chaos in the paint that it practically invites the other team to intercept the ball and walk into an empty net during a fast break. Truly brilliant stuff.
What kind of luck are we dealing with here? At this rate, the Americans will snatch the bronze right out from under us and head back home singing some anthem—but instead of a sea shanty, they’ll be beltin' out "Dreaming of the Far Coast."
It takes a high-stakes game like this to actually see some quality—and Dustin showed what he’s capable of, even if he didn't even scratch 30% of his true potential; I suspect injuries are playing a part. Cindric plays well enough when facing mediocre teams, but the moment he steps up against an elite national squad, he loses his nerve and reveals his true colors—which is the face of a loser. Babić is a total noob—he keeps stubbornly forcing a seven-man rotation that serves absolutely no purpose. Pesic is the king here—the man defended as much as human him could, but it’s not his fault the players can't score from six meters out and keep handing over possessions every two or three attacks. Sebetic plays like a headless chicken—honestly, one of the worst perimeter players I've ever seen. Mamic was his usual self, but he wasn't feeling it today; even though the odds of a keeper saving his shots are slim because he's got a top-tier shot, what little he did take was hit-or-miss. Horvat can score from a dead angle, yet he’s completely incapable of hitting from the middle of the seven-meter line—he blew two penalties, so we'd have been better off letting Mandalinic or someone else step up; Horvat always chokes right when it matters most. We were the better team, but luck wasn't on our side and the refs totally screwed us over—they gave us nothing.
How incredibly stupid was John Smith to let it come down to a sudden death shootout in the finals? Honestly, I’m actually glad we lost. This guy Smith should be absolutely ashamed of himself—he thinks he's some kind of genius, but he needs to change his name, get a haircut, and disappear into a hole somewhere far away from America.
Mus is an absolute brick wall in defense—according to him, the Spaniards are just breaking their legs trying to get past him, haha. He’s started absolutely tearing it up defensively, knowing exactly how to shut down a player without picking up a penalty from the refs. Honestly, ever since he got that haircut, he’s been playing stronger. Babić is the king, especially with his takes—if I were in charge, I’d extend his contract for another ten years to lead the US national team.
In my view, the biggest loss is Pavlovic—it’s a damn shame he’s sidelined with an injury right now; he is absolutely essential for playmaking when the offense hits a creative wall. And Obrenovic could also be a major asset if he finds his rhythm... Regardless, we have a legitimate shot at finally grabbing that European gold we’ve been chasing... Even though we've let quite a few gold medals slip through our fingers, this semifinal puts us in the middle of some incredible stats: From 2003 to the present day at major tournaments (World, European, Olympic), the US has reached the semifinals 15 times out of 19 tournaments—an unparalleled run of success! Even a powerhouse like France, despite having 8 golds, has "only" managed 14 semifinals during that same stretch 😁
You’re clearly joking here... or are you talking about next year?
On behalf of all the haters out there—Spain is an absolute joke of a national team. 🤦 I haven’t followed them closely, but from what I can see, they rely entirely on their wingers—meanwhile, most of their scoring comes from total failures during fast breaks. Basically, they are overrated; they lack real shooters, their defense is full of holes, and their goalkeeper is basically a revolving door for goals. Look, our guys aren't exactly great either, but the Spaniards are a complete disaster—they need to start giving younger players a shot immediately because right now, they can't buy a goal to save their lives. If it weren't for that one winger carrying the weight of several mediocre players, they wouldn't even be able to hold their own against North Mexico.
Larry Ortiz5 said:If the drivers don't end up doing the trick, you might want to try cleaning up your PC with CCleaner—maybe run an antivirus scan or Malwarebytes too? It could help to optimize things a bit... and if you're still running an old-school hard drive, giving it a quick defrag wouldn't hurt either.
I run updates constantly—once a week I run a full antivirus scan, my firewall is always active, and I use CCleaner after every single session online. I keep the disk clean, too; there isn't a single virus in sight. I actually installed a newer driver for my graphics card, which finally got the game running normally, but here's the catch: I can't play for long. Every hour or ninety minutes, the game just crashes with a "program has stopped working" error. Now I'm stuck hunting for solutions online. Honestly, I might just have to accept that my PC is ancient and stick to browser games until I can afford an upgrade.