2 years ago I had enough of our printer/copier/fax machines shit and since printerslashcopierslashfax machine was too much to say when you’re angry I named her, and let me tell you. I’d like to set fire to her rain. But not in a sexual way because that’s both upsetting and frowned upon. More like in a homicidal attack kind of way. There have been many a threat cast upon her life, getting thrown through a plate glass window from the 8th floor being the most used. She still acts up, the old girl, but has become much more hospitable and user friendly. I’ll allow her to keep her job and life…for now.
I like to think that the constant fear keeps her in line.