Personal Narrative

“I want to let you know how thankful I am for your assistance, Sam.” Mr. Bushnell said, leading me into an elevator.

I mumbled a “you’re welcome” as I struggled to hold together a box of assorted computer parts - keyboards, mice, flash drives, hard drives, and much more. My legs were buckling under the weight, but I managed to hold out thus far without collapsing. It was my first day on the job at this company. Dad scored me a job with his business associate, thinking it would teach me some sort of responsibility and put my freakish knowledge of computers to good use. In reality, it was probably to get me out of the house and away from those role-playing games I’d play online with others.

The elevator zoomed straight down to the bottom

After getting further instructions on where to find the person, I rushed to the fifth floor to see the issue. At the door, I was greeted by a dwarf in typical work attire. He couldn’t have been more than four feet tall.

“Are you going to stand there and gawk over me like some sort of Ripley’s freak show, or are you going to fix my computer?” the dwarf said, giving me a death stare. I apologized profusely and went straight to his desk. I had to borrow a chair since this guy had a booster seat on his, and I doubt I needed to make a return to my years as a toddler. The computer was in the middle of a reboot phase, probably because he lied to me over the phone. As it began, I was greeted by a desktop filled to the brim with icons. It was truly an ugly sight. “Well, what’s the problem?” he said, trying to peek at the screen. “You have way too many icons on the screen, so that may be the central problem.” I replied, opening a new folder to store the files orderly. One by one, I orderly stored documents, spreadsheets, and other important files into three or so separate folders. I also got rid of a few programs that were just hogging memory, and ran a virus scan. After about 30 minutes, his computer was back to the way it was - speedy enough to get by, and