How can I be so goddamn smart in some respects that it kinda sucks*, and feel like a mental defective in others?
My situation is small, and silly, and entirely unimportant. And dealing with it seems to demand every synapse in my brain to accomplish!
Two PDF documents. One is a hundred even-numbered pages. The other is the odd-numbered pages, which were scanned in from the highest number to the lowest, because that’s how it stacked.
If I want to print it all two sided, how do I do that?
Well, if you’re me, and your brain devotes so much of its capacity to things like words, you have very few bits left to figure out something like this. Being a girl doesn’t help. So what you do is print out the even numbered pages, plus about five extra of the first page. Then you mark them up so you know which is the top and bottom of the page, and you load them back in the printer, and you try printing over and over until you magically get the answer. And the facts of that answer will not stay in your head, applicable to other documents, no, this is the process you will have to follow for each pile of two-sided pages being printed from separate documents.
I bet a person with a penis would be able to figure this out blindfolded in ten seconds.
(Even my verbal ability is challenged in thinking about this; I assume “spatial relationship” is the applicable term to this situation, but I may be mistaken. Correct me freely. And if you have any ready tricks or instructions about how to accomplish this task consistently, that would be great, since I have a lot of this kind of thing to work with…law books. Love 'em. Wish I could afford to own my own, vs. all these damn copies…)
Sounds like a boast, and normally it would be, but at the moment it actually isn’t, it really does suck in a way. I’m acting as my own lawyer, and discovering as I go that it’s a good thing, because time after time, given my level of devoted research, I am finding that I actually do know and understand more about the topics of my legal situation than anyone else I talk to, and that’s a scary situation! Without someone around who actually does know more about this stuff, how can I feel at all secure that I’m not missing something? Where’s my Daddy, so to speak…