Receptionist In Training

It's me versus the copier machine.

Teacher's aide,
tasks to run,
papers to grade.
Learned the hole-punch,
mastered the cold lunch,
She gives me a task,
which I'll do really fast.
Then she says what to do,
and I know that I'm screwed.
Copier machine.
I think,
I'm only a teen.
It's not like I know
how to to work this like a pro.
Double sided.
Which button?
Is it scanning?
Low on paper?
Maybe it goes here...
Is red flashing lights bad?
No, not one hundred copies!
It's copying it sideways!
Stop it!
I sigh, and I sink.
Recycle the mistakes.
Let's start over.
Double sided.
It's jamming.
I'm totally fired.
If only
I can
make it
to the
end of
the period.
Woo! It's copying!
Yes, yes, yes!
After I'm done,
I show it to her,
and she looks over it carefully.
She frowns.
And I see it.
I copied the wrong side.
She crumples it up,
throws it away.
Says,"You're done for the day."
Yep, totally fired.
It's about time I retired.
Me:0
Copier: 1.
Until tomorrow...

Author's Note

I HATE YOU COPIER MACHINE! I failed at that. My teacher got super pissed. She's kind of a bitch.

Reviews

[Song]

I like this xD You're teacher should know better, we're only kids afterall.