Today, Ken and I decided it would be in the best interest of the bank to put more money in the ATM before he leaves on vacation, so that I wouldn't have to do it later on. Each cash drawer in said ATM requires two keys in order to be opened. We usually store these keys on the pull-out tray that holds the receipt printer. When I went to grab the keys today, however, I discovered that the motherboard that runs that printer is exposed underneath, and you get a spectacular light show when you touch it with something metal. Needless to say, I nearly pooped myself.
"Ken," I said. "You think that was bad?"
Ken does the shifty eyes bit. "No, I think we're good."
As a test, we printed the subtotals. Nothing happened. Fuck. I fried it! Just my luck.
Needless to say, I nearly pooped myself. Again. Ken ran a dignostic test on the printer to see if it truly was fried. It printed the test receipts as it should have. Just to be safe, I ran outside with the demo card to make sure it would print receipts for the common folk of Delran. Thankfully it did.
The last thing I need right now is to break the one thing that does the most amount of business at my branch.
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