Enter the Bureaucrats


Enter the Bureaucrats

THERE IS AN INTERESTING overtone of security in 2013.

Moved back to a state of intuition base, though blind (not uncommon for this kind of shift). More autonomy in the field. More paperwork, of course.

New director of SE stations towards the end of last year. More meetings that means. I’ve finally been allocated (paid) research hours. Interested in humour and Psi, though funding and scanner time is scarce for such topics. But interested in cyber security and behaviour modification, well I must be. With a speciality in forensics and minor, even as an undergrad, in criminology. It is the case. It did happen. I was there. I don’t remember choosing it though. It seems counter to my personality, if anything. I received the medal for Drama and the Performing Arts in high school. Imagine my surprise to see myself “growing into” the role.

I partied hard through early college. I’m all but right wing now.

Can’t help but wonder if one can truly mount an impregnable defense for the reward some claim they feel in doing this work though. But the same could be said in any work, I suppose. And that is exactly why I am sitting at this terminal. Why I was “promoted” to this terminal so “early”. Ahead of the “others”, presumably. Not that I have met any others. Not from the same P core anyway.

Maybe there is just one post at this station. What goes on in this sleepy town anyway? Too big for anything big and too small for standard traffic of any reasonable volume. That being said, I don’t specialise in every H branch; but it would explain why I do, on occasion, get asked to compile on areas slightly outside of my P core clearance list. Although, that is technically allowed with SC or FC discretion. Maybe the SC is just a “she’ll be right mate” kinda fellow. He does seem like he would project that kind of vibe, if his face knew how to smile that is. They do cover smiling, types of smiles, how to both make and use them, muscles involved, eyes. Perhaps before his time and now too far below his pay grade.

Ambivalent, educated, single, unattached, male. For how many jobs is this sentence alone a resume? Arctic explorer, maybe. There is one. Or here, at this terminal.  I guess.

But where would performance go in such a scenario, were it to be lifelong? Not in the field, I mean, well, I guess. Yes, ok in the field. Somewhat. Is that the same though? They don’t clap. Lying to friends, that counts too I suppose. I can have a Youtube channel (that is actually not just approved: it’s supported, encouraged. “Community Footprint Development”).

And must all writing be academic? Analytical to a fault but drawn to ephemeral topics. Applying the cold to the warm and not really knowing the difference. Rather certain that there isn’t much of a difference.

But I know a cage when I don’t see one. And I don’t much care for what is on offer out there. But I do not belong with these bureaucrats; I don’t care what the profile says. I’ve been offered an office down the hall, corner with a view. I’m only here to type reports. And only once, maybe twice, a month.  Or a change of departments. Bigger office again and an even more expansive view. Paralysis of choice is the topic on the table, sitting at a desk in this medium sized, moderate view, shared office.

Without being of the sort who may choose to imbibe alcohol, cigarettes or other adulterants freely; how difficult it becomes to share time with any who do not choose the same abstinence. A replacement is required. A sober replacement. And so here we are. But that is the psychology of it. Somebody wrote that. The alternative painted as the folly of children. “Oh yes, we all did once, all of us: no secrets here (well, no secrets on application)”.

Our own past recast as the choice of college students and high school drop outs. It happens, you see, that there is a time to get serious, for those who are to rise to the top. So we’re taught. We’re allowed a wine cellar though. And all the scripts we can eat, they don’t test us for scripts. We’re all allowed a wine cellar and a script pad and the pen of the staff psychiatrist. I am trained in wine now (formally). Tell the me out of high school, or even just after the (sanctioned trip) to the States, any of that and see what he says. I shudder to think.

And this job.

For those unfamiliar with running an RM system, it isn’t “hushed”, per se. There is a minimal base frame of H 13 with a more sophisticated and in depth H 19 (plus) adjuncts available. Of the P core, at least H 7 (one contributor from each P) necessitates full (or more appropriately adequate) functioning. Collection sites: point to a mountain. Access suites: there are buildings in any major city or large public (usually, though not always) university. This is how the day is spent; negotiating H levels from various P cores to ensure efficient deployment of adequate means to address/compare components of marked dynamics when they happen to emerge at threshold to warrant further scrutiny.

In short; I write reports called “SIFTS” that nobody reads.

Flagged material channelled through P cores in my assigned district and on one or more of my H channel’s fields’ are compiled for review and summary by human eyes, in this case mine. I write, I rate and then encrypt for file. Well, it is encrypted in, everything here is encrypted at every auto-save to disk; but then also there is a third encrypt required so it can be accessed later by the fusion key (which I do not have). That is right; once the report goes through stage 3 encryption I can no longer access my own report.

From my terminal, the file goes straight to fusion, more than likely never to be read.

There is a chance it will be pulled in a general fusion search somewhere down the line and help fill a dossier (without ever actually getting turned to at any stage). Or, if it is flagged as P:AI to be immediately actioned, the path is a little different: In the latter case it can be ignored, that is to say unread in real time, by (potentially) some very important people.

But name a field where reports do get read. Even in academia, I mean, if we are being honest.

But I can travel. If I want. Got to take courses and prep training in the States. I can work from home for a lot of it. Who does like there job 100%? Whose parent company is entirely “ethical”; and on what definition?

There is some acting. I get to set my own hours (sometimes). They prefer I don’t date, which I don’t mind. Though for many employers that would be a bit over the line. They encourage a social veneer, which, thanks to social media, can also largely be done from home. The staff therapist does require I seek “human contact” to extend my social footprint however. Again, would be a bit beyond for most employers to ask that. Though to be fair, we do not have work Christmas parties. I am sure a lot of us stay computer side a lot of the time.

My favourite thing is that I am encouraged to get a part time job in the community, wherever I am. Bar work usually, something with human contact but with a high turn over of staff; such that one can quit quickly and reasonably unnoticed for “R & R” (reappraisal/redispersal).

I’ve never worked in a bar. I worked in a hospital though. I only got station out sourced a few times, mostly for training, never a full R & R (though some projects did run over by weeks). And “taking care of my sick father” worked just fine. Which is why I didn’t want to quit when I reached the 5 year “mandatory” community employment clause statute limit.

This raises questions of freedom and autonomy.

It is interesting that I was told to quit at statute, argued the reasoning formally IN WRITING; only to be made “redundant” the following Friday before my request for extension could be even be processed. But one can not allow oneself to become paranoid. Sometimes a redundancy is just a redundancy,

But I do like the idea of being paid to go to work twice; and legally taxed only once. Second income tax rates are unpleasant.  I have just got my RSA/G. If I have to be placed anywhere, I’d like to be placed in the arts. Anything with acting I can probably claim on tax.

So I suppose that is my career reflection over for the beginning of 2013. There is one career related question that occurs to me though, one that remains thus far unanswered:

 If I encrypted this and sent it to fusion would it be read by fewer or more people then if I posted it on a blog somewhere on some tiny corner of the internet?

Just joking. That question isn’t really unanswered. That is why they call it “secret intelligence”; because once archived no one with clearance would ever have time nor care to read anything that wasn’t directly under their active purview (ie part of the report that they are due to archive).

No one will ever go looking for it AND it’s encrypted? It really doesn’t get any more secret than that.



About J.Chron.Ltt.&Sci. [JCR]

~CogSc (Humor); NeuroPsych; Philosophy (Death/Identity); Methods (Research); Intelligence/Investigation (Forensic); Medical Error~
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