I peer down at the register, my hands are cold and sweaty, and my heart is racing at the sight of the machine. I wipe my palms on my apron and look up at the man across the counter. He is a doctor, and he stands gazing nonchalantly up at the menu. My throat tightens as I realize the significance of this moment. I feel a presence materialize behind me, and recognize the second person as my manager, Garrett, or so the psychologist had told me. The doctors had told me numerous details about my life. Apparently, I was the best cashier in the entire restaurant. For now, I stood staring at this instrument, which I had once been able to navigate with ease and finesse. I glared at the unfamiliar words and let tension and frustration build in my mind.
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My mind had adapted to be able to take orders on this device at a fast pace. My subconscious mind was fully intact, for it could guide me to where most of the buttons were, as long as I didn’t try to consciously think about what I was doing. Unfortunately, none of what Garrett said triggered a sudden epiphany, and my conscious memories seemed to remain stubbornly locked away. Suddenly, an even more daunting thought occurred to me. Perhaps the memories had become completely departed from my mind, never to be remembered again. My chest ached with the thought of never knowing the relationships that I had forged with my coworkers over the last six months of employment; an entire six months of my life, gone forever. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I attempted to hide my frustration by staring down at my shoes. My black, slip and oil resistant work shoes, which I had purchased with the last of my savings before I started this new job. Even with such a slight memory being brought to light, a beam of hope warmed my aching chest. I suppressed an awkward sound of joy, but I couldn’t stop the tears, which were now dripping down my cheeks. Purchasing my slip resistant shoes was the first memory to come back to me throughout the entire two weeks that I had been in
My mind had adapted to be able to take orders on this device at a fast pace. My subconscious mind was fully intact, for it could guide me to where most of the buttons were, as long as I didn’t try to consciously think about what I was doing. Unfortunately, none of what Garrett said triggered a sudden epiphany, and my conscious memories seemed to remain stubbornly locked away. Suddenly, an even more daunting thought occurred to me. Perhaps the memories had become completely departed from my mind, never to be remembered again. My chest ached with the thought of never knowing the relationships that I had forged with my coworkers over the last six months of employment; an entire six months of my life, gone forever. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I attempted to hide my frustration by staring down at my shoes. My black, slip and oil resistant work shoes, which I had purchased with the last of my savings before I started this new job. Even with such a slight memory being brought to light, a beam of hope warmed my aching chest. I suppressed an awkward sound of joy, but I couldn’t stop the tears, which were now dripping down my cheeks. Purchasing my slip resistant shoes was the first memory to come back to me throughout the entire two weeks that I had been in