An emotional experience with the Okidata 395.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, there was an event called "Y2K" in which the computer industry scared the living fuck out of businesses, claiming that computers would fail horribly unless every PC on the planet were upgraded within a year. While there was a percentage of truth to this, such as banking software(s) written in Cobol operating on a two-digit date system rolling over to '00', potentially destroying all calculations of currency, thereby ruining the books. It didn't require the moral panic of ripping out stable Windows 3.1 business environments in favor of Windows 98 (nono, not Windows NT or 2000.. some of these dipshits went Windows 98, while business believed they were saving money, they sure as fuck paid the price later.)
For every disaster, there's an opportunity.
We have to thank Y2K for launching our careers as technicians. You see, there really was no chance to wait for people to graduate college to meet absurd qualifications like today, when employers are asking for at least 10 years of experience with Windows 12 in 2026 to qualify for a desktop support level 1 position. If you knew computers. You were IN! Well, after doing a bunch of deployments.. We eventually worked at a place that wanted not HP certification to repair shit (at least not right away) but Okidata certification. To get certified, you had to completely tear down a printer and put it back together with it powered on and able to do a test print within an hour. The Okidata 393 was the printer for us. Read onward to continue the diatribe.
