I am vastly relieved that our interaction is limited to shift change. You, frankly, are a twit. You obviously don't have a concept of professional bounderies, since you come in and make announcements about how you have left your abusive boyfriend, and then how you have returned to him. It might be different if you were looking for advice, or help, but you never take not one bit of it. You are, imho, just looking for attention. I also get to correct your mistakes, and I hear all about how you like to stand outside on the cell phone most of your shift.
But what *really* made me decide to write this letter is the poem you left in the copier, after looking up clipart online, printing that, and printing the poem you wrote in MS Word, you pasted them together and copied them to make a single work of art. For posterity, here is the poem:
I have not altered one line.
Your Night Auditor.
PS: I think you are a loon.