This little lady who works at my school

In the teacher's lounge there's always this little lady puttering about.
Her little locker is overflowing with disorganized scraps of paper.
She has the look of a troll doll, troll hair tied together with mismatched chopsticks.
She has ruffled and wrinkled paisley dresses that she wears under a woolen button up sweater.
Bottle cap glasses hang at the very edge of her long nose.
She's always on the go, but she must not have many classes; she's always on the go, but only in the teacher's lounge.
She talks to other teachers in urgent, but hushed, tones. As if she were debunking some grave conspiracy or working to solve some mysterious case of missing staplers.
He fanatical air reached a climax today and I was forced to come in here and write this to keep from laughing out loud.

The coffee machine had refused to return her 5 centime piece (its 45 centimes for a coffee, everybody pays with a 50 piece, and gets a 5 in return). So she stood there shaking and shouting at it. The machine stands like a giant above her, which is relatively simple since she stands at about 4'5 (5'3 when her troll hair is tied up) and the machine seems like its twice her size.

PS: if you didn't already know: Caleb's end all beef-short-rib-chili recipe. I'm thinking of pulling it out for a christmas party tonight.