Paper shredders hate me.
If it's not the hidden fake credit card in the junk mail (that's what did in my first), it's the folding-in-upon-itself-multiple-times-wrinkle causing the 8 sheets the thing claims to be able to handle to become more like 32, coupled with my knee-jerk reaction when the telltale SCREAM begins to REVERSE, STOP, FORWARD, REVERSE, STOP, PU-U-U-U-L-L-L-L-L that jams all those little shreds of paper in there real good.
That's what did in my second, and is currently threatening my third -- a barely three-week-old, bright, shiny, self-contained, diamond-cutter with which I was hoping for a long and happy association.
Harumph. I haven't even had a chance to try out the dedicated slots for credit cards and CDs.
It happened on Friday and I thought maybe, with the weekend, things would loosen up a little. Ugh. I am digging in there (carefully) (and stealthily) with a letter opener (don't worry, the shredder is off and unplugged) as best I can to coax and pry the little bits out and HOPEFULLY salvage this damn thing. I refuse to requisition another shredder!! Not to mention that the boss probably won't be the one paying for it, if you know what I mean.
What's testing your patience today?