Long ago, in a data center far, far away, I was working on laser printers, which were served by 1) about 6 packages x 500 pages of notebook paper and 2) 2.5 gallons ink jugs. I had this guy working... if you can call it that, in the back, Manesh. He was lazy as all get out. When I started, I was warned to never, ever spill the ink on your clothes as it would never come out. The sage woman who headed up the print room was a no nonsense woman who did not suffer fools or tolerate laziness - like a Drill Sergeant, so I took her word as fact. I had moved on a year or so when I’m working outside the data center. I was getting up to go check on why the printers had stopped; all of them. I didn’t make more than 3 steps when I saw a human figure leaving the data center completely black from head to toe, excepting their eyes and I guess their teeth. They were trailing a cloud of black ink behind them and every step left black footprints.
It turned out to be Manesh, but nobody could tell because again, covered from heat to toe in printer ink. I went in back to survey the area, sure enough he dropped an ink jug, it had burst and sent ink powder in every direction. It was like a cross between the Peanuts “Pig pen” and Wile E. Coyote after igniting an acme bomb.
I’ve definitely never had a brew day that bad.