Passive/agressive computing

I don't know what reminded me of this story, and I had some serious reservations about writing it here, given the carefully constructed façade of innocent Mormon farmboy that I've cultivated over the years. But then I thought, "What the hell" and decided to write it. So gather 'round, Internets, for a tale of ire and revenge so horrific that it will hearken back to a Greek tragedy.

It was the summer of 1992--I was an intern in Denver and all was right with the world (well, except for my assigned roommate, who could not pronounce the final "l" in words like "cool," "school," or "tool." My brother told me to ask if he swam in the poo, but being just off my mission, my halo was still pretty shiny, so I didn't) Anyway, during the course of the summer, we were supposed to be working on a major written project, and so as the time began to run out, all us interns were busy in the computer room typing our reports. On the day before the reports were due--and at this point some of the interns hadn't slept in over 24 hours--the organization's lawyer, whom I'll call Marv, not because that was his name, but it sounds like it, came into the room and told everyone they had to leave the room because he had a sensitive document to print out and didn't want anyone to see it. Wha? What ever happened to standing by the printer and just grabbing it as it came out? NO, Marv had to shoo six interns out in the hall so he could print something out. Well, as we were packing up our stuff, a little red Jeremy with horns and a pitchfork appeared on my shoulder. Then I got an idea! An awful idea! JEREMY GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! I quickly pulled up a directory of documents off the server and found the largest file I could and sent it to the printer as I was leaving the room. I could hear the printer starting up as Marv pushed the last intern out of the room and locked the door. We just sat in the hall, waiting to get back in. After several minutes, Marv comes out of the computer room with a ream of paper in his hands and steam blowing out of his ears and marches over to an employee's office. We can hear him interrogating her about why she would be printing her department's workplans and priorities NOW of all times. The woman was dumbfounded. She had no idea how her project got sent to the printer. She meekly pointed out that she wasn't even working on her computer. It was everything I could to do to keep up my innocent façade. The computer guy finally had to come reset the print job, because it would have taken a LOOOONG time to print the whole thing out. Despite the fact that the original clandestine print job may have taken two minutes and ended up taking a half hour, it was TOTALLY worth it to see Marv knocked down a peg or two. I then promptly repented of my transgression (of having wasted an inordinate amount of paper) and have never committed a sin since.