Descriptive Essay The Heist - 1464 Words

The Heist I remember riding in on the bike I thought I had lost a year ago, entering the 5 digit code to the garage, and seeing a now empty garage. The only things left were all of the dents and skid marks lined up on the walls from the years. It seemed like only yesterday I was 16. Being 36 now, I was considered an â€Å"old man† by society. With my camera around my neck, and nostalgia taking over I snapped a quick picture of the room not often used but always dirty. Hearing the satisfying click and flash followed by an electronic buzz, I let my bike fall to the ground. As the photo came out, I quickly, but carefully, snatched it and waved it around. I always got excited watching a photo develop, so I did a fast squat run to the garage door†¦show more content†¦All I could make out were loud grunts and mumbled words. Leaning in closer to the cupboard door, I could start to make something out. *Click* *Flash*. I froze. For a moment I had no idea where that noise came from, but then I heard the sound of electronic buzzing. My camera. I kicked and thrashed out the cupboard and kitchen to the mudroom. Not by surprise, I could see the two men coming from around the corner. I grabbed my windbreaker and shoes and dipped. Fortunately, the garage was still open. I grabbed my crappy bike but by that time it was too late. The two men dressed in blue lifted me up, walked me down the driveway, and threw me in the car. â€Å"Whatever you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law†, he said on command. â€Å"Look, you don’t know what you’re doing. The person who owns that house deserves this! Not me!† I screamed in the back seat. â€Å"Yeah Yeah.† The other one said. I came to the conclusion it was no use talking to a couple of pigs, but I knew I would have my way. As we approached the station, I saw him. The man who completely stole my youth and most of my life. I started to weep at the thought of never seeing them again. I tried my best to hide it but thankfully the cops got out and jogged to him. I couldn’t stop looking at him, I had never had so much rage against one person. I couldn’t help but think about what he did. *** It was a tough job. Cops and security everywhere, cameras andShow MoreRelatedFundamentals of Hrm263904 Words   |  1056 Pagesinterested in finding a new position. Others place ads to satisfy affirmative action requirements when the final decision, for the greater part, has already been made. The job analysis process is the basic source for ad information. The ad can focus on descriptive elements of the job (job description) or on the applicant (job specification), a choice that often affects the number of replies received. If, for example, you are willing to sift through 1,000 or more responses, you might place a national ad in