Dress for the job you want
It's hot.
The lady on the seat in front of me is fanning herself with a piece of paper because the air-conditioning unit on the bus is struggling to keep up with the heat and it's only 7am.
Read MoreIt's hot.
The lady on the seat in front of me is fanning herself with a piece of paper because the air-conditioning unit on the bus is struggling to keep up with the heat and it's only 7am.
Read MoreData security is kind of a big deal.
Trust me. Not only do I whittle away the best hours of the best days of the best years of my life as a data analyst within a state government department but I am also officially trained as a federal government counter intelligence officer.
Read MoreLet me tell you about 'Guy'.
His name is not actually Guy. At least, I don't know if that is his name. You see I don't know what his name is so in my head I nicknamed him Guy. I initially called him 'Friendly Asian Guy' but the departmental habit of shortening everything to acronyms is pervasive and I soon realised my mistake.
Read MoreGreg stalked around the corner, back from his meeting, looking every bit a man ready for action. I watched as he strode past my desk without a second glance. His normal jovial demeanour was gone, replaced with a pursed mouth lurking under his greying ginger beard.
Read MoreThrust, parry. Thrust, parry. Thrust, parry.
We retreat to our safe spaces and eye each other warily. My opponent is dangerous and obviously well trained in the nuances of one-on-one combat. They have the slight positional upper hand but so far they have not launched an all out attack. They have been happy to remain safely out of my reach taking sporadic pot shots in order to test my defence.
Read MoreWhy doesn’t she remember me? I eat breakfast here at least three days a week, sitting at the same table, ordering from the same girl and yet she does not even show a hint of recognition. I am beginning to think that my playful banter is less charming than I give myself credit for.
Read MoreIt’s Friday, the day after The Bad News, and you arrive to work a little bit early, naively hoping that everything will be alright today.
'Jerry’s in.' Matt says with a heaviness in his voice that tells you much more than words could ever do.
Read MoreHe must have been on one of those government-funded training courses about agile project management where all the public servants aspiring for senior leadership go to schmooze and escape work for a few days. Sometimes they actually learn things. Normally just enough to be dangerous.
Read MoreShe started crying, right there in the local pizza restaurant and I didn't know what the fuck to do. I hadn't been mean or offensive. I hadn't lied or deceived her. I just told her the truth. The truth she very obviously did not like hearing.
Read MoreDarkness had fallen early tonight, as though a great force of evil was slowly encroaching upon the day, consuming the last remaining rays of sun like a gluttonous monster before plunging the world in to a thick blackness.
Jack, a young wizard, was bent over his forest campfire busily preparing a summoning spell of protective wards. The fire was an unfortunate requirement for the spell but Jack was all too aware of how it was like a beacon, attracting the attention of whatever evils were lurking out there in the darkened forest.
Read MoreDon't let the name fool you. The Transition Team is where people go to die.
Metaphorically speaking at least. They don't actually kill them. That would be against the departmental code of conduct.
Read MoreThe bus eased in to the station and I bolted out the door, forgetting to touch my card to cancel my trip but I had more important things on my mind than losing $10.
I was about to lose my lunch all over the bus stop floor. And walls.
Read More"The site has been down for over an hour now. No new applications are coming through. What the fuck is happening over there with you ass clowns?"
Good question. Although I would have preferred a more civilised and collaborative approach to the problem at hand.
Read MoreIt is now three years to the day since I became "Jack Brumby, Data Analyst", my new secret identity in the world of espionage. Three years and I am slowly going insane. As part of my experience I'm going to document my life right here on this site. A digital fuck-you to those bureaucrats running the merry shit-show that is the misnamed 'government intelligence'.
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