Is anyone hiring?
How do I find a job as a spy? I have watched a few movies, over the decades, and the work seems easy enough. Dress in nice clothes, go to a few parties. Maybe even a casino (we have one in the city). Learn to drive a fast car. And then?
OK, the movies didn’t make my job descrion very clear. I guess I’m supposed to watch what sis going on, and send updates in abandoned soda bottles in the park. But what aam I watching for? Is a casino a hotbed of interesting activity? Seeing people check their vouchers from betting, and then tearing the tickets into tiny pieces seems mundane. We all do that with our receipts from the ATM.
There must be more. After all, why make movies about people ripping pieces of paper into smaller pieces? Someone hinted that the vouchers are just a ruse. That you are supposed to listen to the muttering from other paper piecers. Is that a word? And what are they saying that could turn this into a vocation. My own take is that I’d be better off to major in theology, and get a gig as a confession host. Sitting in a tiny room, waiting for the slide to open is easy enough, and confessions are meaant to be interesting. I know, you can’t use them in writhing a book, but there are possibilities.
I’m still insure about the spy business. All of the books I have read confirned that the world needs more spies, on “our side”. Fair enough. I’m a fast learner, and I’m willing to acccept huge amounts of cash for doing a job with little merit. If I don’t tell anyone that I am a spy, the odds of “taking a bullet” seem mitigated.
Is there a magazine I can read? Or a social club where I can ask pointed questions to those with more years of spying under their belts. I don’t need a commendation at the end of my career, although a parade and a state dinner seem like fun. I just want to know. I haven’t checked the want ads to see if there are any openings, but we are in the early days of yet another war, and my guess is that they will need spies. If you have an answer, get back to me. You can place the text in an empty soda bottle, tuccked under that bench in the park. There’s only onee. I checked.
