it's me the lame copier machine ;(

lame every day life

I'm a copier machine.....  I started in the store now I'm here in Roy C., I get upgraded every four years, because there's always a newer version of me. My days consist of throwing up papers and eavesdropping on the teachers private convos, you know the ones where the teacher has to put the paper up so the students can't hear what they are whispering about. Well this time there's no guard,  they think nobody is in there, but there is!! You have the tables, chairs, staplers, laminator machine, and the vending machines and trust me they're all ears. The teachers say " they have eyes on the back of their head", but yet  I hear every word they say in the work room. Whether they are gossiping about the students, teachers, or personal life, like yes Ms.sherry we understand you don't like your teachers assistant, and okayy we  understand you don't like giving computer work because all the students do is cheat Mr.R.

To get their attention, I sometimes just let a paper go through the machine, and they still don't look up at me. It's like I'm Google, they only use me when it is beneficial to them. Am I fat? Am I ugly? Am I boring? These are things I ask myself everyday. Then I started to realize I'm not like them, they can walk from place to place, while I just sit there. They chomp on salads,  while I just throw up papers and consume ink and trust me the ink is not very tasty. I'm just a depressed lame-o copying machine, wondering when the teachers will use me. The only ones that use me faithfully is all the old teachers, like Mr. R I can count on him anyday. I've been here for two years and he still does not know how to use me, but the good side is he talks to me every now and then. "No I want 20 copies not just 5 copies", he says, and even though I can't cater to what he is saying, because I can only do so much, it is good to hear somebody talking to me.