Computer Operator

I’ve been running this computer operator gig for a while now, though my address looks like a cat walked across the keyboard. That long string of letters—Dhfvjkdfnvkjdhjkenkjrehfkjefhergfjergfjerherferhfrhfkuerfhuerhfuegfui3Rt3Yiuwfhwoeupqeruhjrbhjf—is what showed up on the official paperwork, so I just go with it. It’s a bit of a joke locally, but the work I do is real enough. I spend my days tucked away in a small room with two old monitors and a keyboard that’s missing the 'Alt' key cap. People come to me when they need things typed up or when they can’t figure out how to upload a document to a website. It’s mostly just me here, surrounded by stacks of paper and empty tea cups. The chair squeaks every time I move, but I’ve gotten used to the sound. I don’t have any fancy mission statements or corporate goals. I just try to get through the work without making too many mistakes. Sometimes the internet is slow, and I end up staring out the window for a bit, but that’s just how it is. My desk is a bit of a mess, with wires tangling behind the tower, but I know where everything goes. If you manage to find the place despite that crazy address, you’ll see me sitting right there in the corner. It’s a simple living, but it keeps me busy and I like the quiet of it.