I stared at the screen. The words and numbers stared back. Everything looked so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. For four years I worked on this screen, my fingers nimbly hitting the keys, knowing which to hit without even needing to think about it.
F3. F3. Now what? I stared some more. One. Nope, that's not it. Two? I don't know. What was once second nature is now a foreign concept. I'm stuck with nowhere to go. I chuckled to my deskmates Lesley, Kathleen, and Linda. "I don't have a clue," I laughed.
I've been away from my day job for six months or so while I was going through my cancer treatments. I am oh so very lucky to have a job that will allow me the time needed to heal. So very lucky. Now, as I head back to work, I'm easing my way back in. Slow and steady, I'm trying to pick up where I left off. I thought it would be like riding a bike - you just know how to do it.
Unfortunately, I don't know how to ride a bike. Wait, yes I do - remember when you were a kid? Bikes with banana seats? Man, those were the best! I think mine was pink, with tassels hanging from the big wide handles and I can remember riding it up and down Sunfield Rd, big as day, with my Barbie and Ken dolls in the weaved basket on the front. I loved it.
But this wasn't any pink banana seat bike. No sirree, this was a speed bike with gears and stuff and I was stuck.
The girls laughed with me. They let me sweat it out a bit. "Come on, give me a hint," I pleaded. Finally, Lesley piped up. Five and five. Ah ha! That's it! My bike with gears vanished and here I was with my pink banana seat bike. Just like that, I knew exactly what to do, my hands fluttered away at the keyboard and hit all the right spots, just like they did six months ago...