I don't like badmouthing someone for doing a favor for me if they screw it up, but in a case where they are not sure of how to do said favor, they should just politely decline.
I feel the same, but like I said, I hate a blatant waste of anything if it's easily avoidable (and in which case, I gave her *three* different forms of help, the final one being was to *call* if there were any issues, so I don't know what the problem was). Also, printing powerpoint slides when you already work with computers all day shouldn't be rocket science so I didn't feel like I was over-stepping my bounds. I also don't like being treated like I'm in the wrong when I ask a simple favor. Like you said, politely decline and tell me to do it at Kinkos, I'd have had no problem with finding alternate means of getting this done when Plan A falls through.
Quite frankly, I was trying to help. As opposed to printing 50 pages (and maybe printing non-work material that her work might not exactly approve of in that off-chance they found out), I said "6 slides per page", which makes 50 pages into only about 8.
I'm also mostly upset because this happens. every. single. time. Like I said before, our bathroom has scum, dust, and dead bugs and yet I still get my mom fuming for trying to clean up. A month ago when I had to clean the infection for my ingrown toenail, dear ol' mum offers a bucket with dust, dog hair, and dead spiders in it to wash my foot in (ignoring, of course, the ten other buckets throughout the house that we can use).
Her fucking sass, contentment with living in a dirty fucking house, and inability to do almost anything sickens the hell out of me.
My parents are a lot more prone to pitch stuff that's not in perfect condition than I am. I mean, I prefer to use stuff till it breaks, and if something can be repaired, I'd rather repair it than get a new one.
I don't know maybe it's generational. Maybe people that were born in the 50s are just more apathetic about wasting stuff.
... Assuming Dice's parents were born in the 50's. I think my parents are probably older than the average parents of someone my age. Whup.
I have no problem with that mentality either, except when we have an EXCESS in these wares. When we renovated our kitchen, the entire Eastern wall is literally a giant floor-to-ceiling cabinet that stretches almost the entire length of the kitchen save for where our phone is on one end, and where the kitchen lights are on the other; there's a TON of shelving space.... Guess how much counter space is STILL taken up?? We have an L-shaped prep area for cooking and preparing, but 90% of the time you still have to move something out of the way.
If she isn't already, she's a pack rat.
In fact, due to the stupid shit I could hear her complaining about me with earlier, I feel obliged to share a picture of a part of the master bedroom: