Cognitive Dissonant

I heard a commercial for the CIA this afternoon, one that featured the Clandestine Services. Like any other 12 year old boy I was riveted.  I’ve always wanted to be a Super-Spy Jet Pilot Rich & Famous Artist.

I read the CIA’s career page and suddenly realized I really am 30 years old.

“Operations Officers serve the bulk of their time in overseas assignments.”

“At times, meeting these needs of the service dictates that we work off-hours, late hours or some weekends. This way, a “normal” workweek, on a 24/7 schedule, can sometimes run between 60 and 80 hours.”

“..tend not to be interested in ideas for their own sake.”

Not especially appealing. Does this mean I have to turn in my Legos?
Do I have to turn in my red jacket? No.  For once this rebel has a cause.  I will rebel against adulthood!

“Not on purpose. I think I drove through it once.”

I haven’t been at my home store in 3 weeks… Two weeks helping out at one store, and my vacation later. My DM was quizzing me as is typical on a Friday afternoon. This question comes up and I responded as anyone might expect.

“I may need to send you to El Paso.”

“Alright, for how long? A few days? The week?”

“Ten days.”

“…”

The store opens in a month and a half, and they have only a Store Manager.

Ah well, at least I won’t have to close for a while.

They’re sending the most Anglo manager in the district to recruit for a new store in El Paso. I hope they see the irony in this.