Random, right?
So, I've been talking to my dad lately about what I want to do with my life and the conversation always mainly focuses on the fact that I don't really know yet, which is scary since I'm going to be graduating soon. I've been looking on the internet for a whole bunch of random stuff and then a thought came to me: Go to the CIA website. I really didn't go there with the aspirations of being some top secret spy (me? a spy? HA!). Anyway, the more I looked through the website the more interested I became in it. I told my dad and surprisingly, he didn't laugh at me. In fact, he actually knows a few people that work for the CIA. They aren't Jason Bourne or anything, but they do some pretty cool shit. I want to call one of these Langley people, but I'm afraid I'll ask something stupid like, "So, who REALLY killed Kennedy. I pinky promise I won't tell." And speaking of keeping secrets, I would have to go through a shitload of tests for what I was interested in, an Analytical postion (drug, lie-detector, knowledge of foreign policies, and one that consists of me sitting in front of some panel--all of which spans three and a half weeks tops). The more my dad told me of the shit I would have to go through I felt kind of ill, but if I had the chance I think I would do it. I mean, I might have to go to Russia for a month for seminars on the history of nuclear activity in Northern Korea, but to me that just sounds beyond awesome. The pay isn't that great and supposedly people who work for the CIA, even those who aren't at the top-tier positions, basically have to give their lives over to it and cut off contact with people who might be liabilities, but how cool would it be to say that I work for the CIA? Pretty fucking cool, I think. Anyway, that's what's what right now. My mom almost fainted when I told her. That was also a great highlight of my little epiphany.