How I learned to love the fax machine

I've never understood the fax machine. It's a hulking piece of equipment that takes up a sizable portion of whatever room it is placed in. Never having needed one until my first legal job, I wasn't particularly familiar with the technology. It's not complicated, but I could never remember: do I have to dial "9" for an outside line? Do I put a "1" in front of the number? What the heck is the little phone attached to it really used for? Add to that the necessity of creating and printing out a fax cover page, then coming back to check the machine to make sure "Transmission OK," and it was obvious this was a piece of technology that should be retired. My frustrations mounted when, in the week before a trial once, opposing counsel sent out 200 pages of new pleadings and exhibits via fax. The machine runs out of toner and runs out of paper, as you are probably well aware, and I wished on a number of occasions that everyone had email and could just scan and attach instead. So, when I opened my new office recently, I was faced with the task of determining my own technology. I didn't want a fax machine. I didn't want to pay for a dedicated fax line. Unfortunately, there are lawyers (you know who you are) and clients who still use it.