Just because you’re paranoid…
My name is Sandra, and I have the most boring job in the world. I’m a spy. Oh, yes, I know, it’s supposed to be a fun-filled, adrenaline-fueled non-stop adventure. At least that’s what TV shows, movies, and books would have you believe. And maybe some spies lead an adventurous life, but for every spy out there living on the edge, there are dozens of us paper-pushers and simple couriers. If I’d known how boring my job would be, maybe I would have majored in journalism or sheet-metal welding. Or maybe I would have tried harder for one of those coveted out-in-the field jobs while I was training. But honestly, I knew better. I knew they’d never pick me to work in the dangerous situations, no matter how hard I tried. Because Hollywood has one thing right – the field operatives are invariably good-looking. Because who would suspect the six-foot tall blond supermodel who is unaccountably hanging out at the local taco stand?
( I am not six feet tall, or svelte, or, for that matter, blond. )
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