[ WP ] : You do n't remember what you do for a living . Literally . You black out for 8 hours 5 days a week and a paycheck appears once per month .

It started a few months ago, 
... or was it years? I know that I had a job interview with the govern... ment. Or was it a big corporation...? No... I know! I remember now! I met this girl at a bar, or... did she come to my house... was it a guy in a suit...? Sorry, it's just that I forget so much that sometimes its hard to remember. 
 
 What I *do* remember is that it was really confusing at first. A train station in Boston one day, O'hare the next, JFK, Dubai, New Delhi, Bangkok. I started calling them work days, since, I assume, that's where the money comes from. A typical work day for me goes like this: 
 
 I wake up and get dressed, I shower if I'm in a hotel room or somewhere with running water, then I start my commute. Usually I have some kind of itinerary with me: A bus ticket, a train ticket, boarding pass, you know. One time though, get this, I woke up in the middle of the desert with a compass that had a post-it on it. The post-it said simply `` go north''. Anyway, so I commute for about an hour or two, and before I get off or arrive, work starts. I ca n't tell you what I do because I do n't know. I black out for about 8 hours during `` work'', so I have no idea what I do all day. I like to think I help people. When I come back to, I'm usually on some form of transit to a hotel, or in one. I think I speak every language? I'm not trying to brag but no matter what country, city, or town I end up in, I speak the language fluently. So that's odd. 
 
 Even though I'm not sure what it is I do or who I work for, my job has rules just like any other. There's a dress code. No Facial hair, no crazy haircuts, and, oddly enough, no tattoos... I tried getting one once, and when I got off work next time, it was gone. Not laser removed, or cut out, just... gone. But I was at work for a week straight, so who knows. I'm also not allowed to have any friends except Wanda. Every time I give someone my number to take down theirs I have a new phone when I get off work. Only one contact, same as always: Wanda. I ca n't remember if I've ever seen her, or have ever said anything to her, but I know her voice. It's etched into my brain. I hear it whenever I call her, and get the same message every time. I can recite it from memory now, 5 rings, and then her pleasant, chipper voice in my ear: 
 
 `` Hi! This is Wanda! I hope you're having a great day, and staying safe. I'll give you a call as soon as I can, so relax and enjoy your downtime!'' 
 
 I'm lonely a lot... 
 
 That's probably the only downside though. I tried keeping a journal, but I kept losing it, so I stopped trying. I do have an instagram now, but it's just about travel, the sights I see and neat landmarks I visit. Whenever I try to engage with people or talk to much about myself the account gets deleted... 
 
 Something weird did happen the other day. I tried to read an article in Popular Science. Not that I read an article, but what it was about and then what happened, that's the weird part. 
 
 So, it was about how scientists have developed `` organic storage'' that lets you use say, part of a rat's brain as Data storage, so you can have detailed and specific information like pictures, blueprints, etc. And you can recall it by... ow, ow... 
 
 Okay, so, this is the weird part. Not only when I tried to read it, but now, telling you about it? I'm getting this pounding headache... 
 
... I'm going to go have a drink. Maybe see Hong Kong while I'm here. I should n't have any trouble finding my way around, I speak the language after all... 
 

