I always loved toiling over a copy machine.
In high school I was a nerd. My school was sadly deficient of electives. So I spent two years as a library aid. I really loved the job.
I was the sassy aid who got assigned copy duties for all the classes that stopped by the library.
I loved taking my time and pushing the students to the edge of their patience.
One of my first jobs I worked for a professor. I spent a small fraction of my time using the copy machine.
I realized then that I did not love the act of copying. I was in love with the independence.
The machine was at my mercy. I may have been on a little power trip back then.