Given how busy I am, I’m just as surprised as you are that I have any time at all to wander off into Nonsense Land ponder compelling questions.
But I manage.
I just read a statistic that most people in my generation change careers (or jobs) between 3 to 15 times in their lives. I don’t have time to delve into how these figures were derived. But since they came from the government, I have confidence that the real figure is somewhere between 0 and 30.

All of a sudden, the concept of “margin of error” becomes relevant to people outside of a statistics class.
So I began thinking about my career history. How many jobs have I held? Where do I fall in this range?
Here’s the list:
1. Mommy’s Good Girl (unpaid, but incredibly important)
2. Babysitter (twice, but only paid once–no one died, so that’s good)
3. Cemetery grounds crew (it was the freaking poison ivy that put an end to that gig, not the creepy workplace environment)
4. Work-study slave during my undergraduate program
5. Char woman for the slum in which I lived during my undergraduate program (to get a break on my rent)
6. Research assistant after graduation
7. Research consultant after assistant gig ended
8. Assistant Director a Cooperative Education Program (totally unqualified, but amazing references)
9. Research Assistant for Beltway Bandit firm in Bethesda, MD
10. Research Assistant for National Research Council, Doctorate Records Project
11. Office Slave in Savings and Loan
12. Teaching Assistant for Research Methods Professor at George Washington University
13. Research Assistant for George Washington University Hospital physician studying STDs
14. Research Director for The Washington Home, oldest nursing home in the nation
15. Instructor of Sociology, George Washington University
16. Research Associate/Instructor of Sociology, State University of New York
17. Professor of Sociology, Community College in New York
18. Author
Okay, so I’ve had lots of jobs. But major career changes? Not so many.
1. Researcher
2. Administrator
3. Researcher
4. Academician
5. Author
That means I’m way overdue for a change in careers. But what career should I go for?
I figure my dream careers of being Marilyn Monroe, a Solid Gold Dancer, or Paul McCartney’s wife and singing partner are probably not going to happen–all for various reasons I’d rather not think about because, well, it’s hard to write while wallowing in self-pity.
I’ve recently discovered a career that, on the surface, seems highly NOT-me-ish, but would have its advantages. I’d have to work around the obvious challenges, but I think I’d like to be a spy or secret agent.
I’ve been training…or watching training material in the comfort of my home. You know: programs such as MI-5, Alias, 24, Covert Affairs, Homeland and any number of 007, Mission Impossible, and Charlies’s Angels movies. I know! I’ve done my homework…but, look at my background. I’m a researcher, People.
Here are the fandabadoozle benefits of being a spy:
1. Cell phones and laptops that never need charging. Except for the rare exception when the plot requires low batteries or no signal, their communications equipment is on the ball. How awesome is that! Given my OCD-ness about things having to be full (a full charge counts, People), how could I pass gear like that up?
2. Efficient equipment. Spies can download whole hard drives onto itty-bitty flash drives faster than you can say, “Hurry up! Gunthar is coming back to his office. You only have one minute to get the data and get out of there!” When I try to just back up my pictures, I start the process, then go shopping.
3. Amazing job performance. Spies are very physically fit and have their sharp wits about them even though they never seem to get any nourishment except for a lot of “social” drinking. I tried that a long time ago and it didn’t work out quite so well for me. I passed out a lot.
4. Clean up very well after they’ve been in hand to hand combat. With all that kicking, punching, throwing, rolling, and flying through the air, you’d think that they would end up in a full body cast. But no. They walk away with the obligatory droplet of blood somewhere visible and, the next day, maybe a small discoloration somewhere that doesn’t detract from their attractiveness. If I bump into a chair, my knee is black and blue for weeks. I still have a visible scar on my hand from a cut when I was 8.
5. Always look great–prom great. After single-handedly taking on twelve assassins and winning, their hair looks quaffed and their make-up is smudge-less. (Morticians make you look as good as they can if you lose a battle like that). Same goes for waking up in the morning. No bed head? How do they do it?
6. They don’t sleep. Well, they sometimes end up in bed, but sleeping is not what they are doing. Imagine how much more I could get done if I didn’t need to sleep…
7. They have back-up. Spies always have someone talking in their ear, giving them intel or setting them up with the resources they need. I’d like to have friends in high places to assist me and, just for once, I’d like to know that the voices in my head were reliable.
Of course, there are problems with the spy-trade. There seems to be a lot of job-related stress. Maybe that’s why they take so many breaks at the end of their seasons. Also, spies have to lie to their loved ones and tell them that they are museum curators or insurance agents. Family members then think they are with the most boring people on the planet. That’s gotta be hard. And there’s the whole violence thing…
I’ll have to do more pondering on this one. I wonder if they take dizzy blonde Buddhist spies? No one would suspect me, that’s for sure…









Jun 19, 2013 @ 10:07:21
I agree–spies take themselves too seriously. We need a few more laughs! 🙂
Jun 18, 2013 @ 18:55:08
You’ve been watching way too many movies, my dear lady. But I would recommend Inspector Gadget’s talking car even though strictly speaking he’s not a spy ‘spy’. That car’s like a G rated Chris Rock, kinda cool and entertaining, god knows spies need a few lols.
Jun 18, 2013 @ 09:08:42
But of course, Dahlink…
Jun 17, 2013 @ 17:52:57
Can’t believe I missed this post. I will spend two hours of self-flagellation after finishing this comment. As for your career choice….since you have already made your life story public, complete with pictures, you would have to become a brown-eyed brunette to have any chance of pulling it off. If you do this, will you send me a picture of the new Lorna….er…..I mean Natasha, so I won’t miss you so much?
So, I’m Rethinking the Spy Thing… | Lorna's Voice
Jun 17, 2013 @ 17:16:43
Jun 17, 2013 @ 15:17:30
That, I can do! 🙂
Jun 17, 2013 @ 13:55:51
Sending smooches and rubbies. You figure out which goes where. 🙂
Jun 14, 2013 @ 17:00:31
Thanks, so much! Looks like I still have a few good lines left in me… As for Angela, I think she drinks some special spy juice. I just ordered some from Amazon. I’ll let you know in about 30 years how it works! 😉
Jun 14, 2013 @ 16:58:41
Casey, a spy in an old sweatsuit–who would suspect? It’s a perfect cover (in more ways than one)! And writing can be pretty rough, at least it is for me. Sometimes finding the right word is simply torture! 😉
Jun 14, 2013 @ 12:49:07
Yes, I think pi would be a great number–it goes on and on (giving me job security). And I hadn’t thought about a partner. I would want my dog Scrappy and he is adamantly opposed to anything on his feet. Maybe a collar-phone… 🙂
Jun 14, 2013 @ 12:47:31
🙂
Jun 14, 2013 @ 12:47:10
Thanks for popping in and commenting. I agree with you. I’m a horrible liar and suck at small-talk (but maybe having a gun in someone’s armpit makes it easier–I don’t know because I’ve never tried…at least not yet! I’m going to have to do a follow-up post now that I’ve had time to think about this some more and read all these comments about the down-sides of the spy-trade! 🙂
Jun 14, 2013 @ 12:44:20
It’s so hard on the families, but I think the person suffering from Alzheimer’s gets to a point where they no longer know they have forgotten. At least that is some solace…
Jun 14, 2013 @ 12:41:54
Shizzle, another problem with my career choice. Do they have that Bionic Woman factory up and running yet? I mean it’s been decades since the first model was produced…
Jun 14, 2013 @ 12:40:14
Oh Lord, my career is over before it’s begun. I’ve spilled all my beans and no one even threatened to torture me. 😉
Jun 13, 2013 @ 09:07:41
Dear Mata Hari, now you know how I feel – family and friends do keep asking me, increasingly testily: “But what do you ACTUALLY do?” Yeah, well. I’d be a fine spy if I told them. A spy needs to be enigmatic, haughty, distant and all the other things you have listed – one thing a spy must not do is spill beans. Unless in the kitchen. In which case opening a can makes for good cover.
The real art of espionage is to not arouse suspicion. And that’s difficult. Very. Unless you are a dizzy blond like your good self.
U
Jun 12, 2013 @ 18:23:42
Spy, hmmm? You DO have the eyes, but do you have the joints? All that jumping off of buildings and speeding trains and whatnot looks like it would be murder on the knees.
Jun 11, 2013 @ 18:04:16
Very fun post and I always love learning more about my blogging buddies. Re: your comment on my post, I’m so sorry for Phil. My mom is going through the same and it’s like losing a loved one inch-by-inch.
Jun 11, 2013 @ 13:53:00
I’ve always wanted to be an operative. However, I am not a good liar and I don’t like meeting new people knowing that I will eventually have to take them down or make them an informant. lol I love this post. awesome.
Jun 11, 2013 @ 12:00:46
I’ve done more jobs than I can count, and been paid for some so I know what you mean
Jun 11, 2013 @ 08:35:09
would your code name be a number and would your partner’s shoe phone ring? 🙂
Jun 11, 2013 @ 02:19:23
Lorna,
I couldn’t be a spy–I’d look terrible in those sexy clothes female spies wear. And I’d be terrible at the rough and tumble stuff. Writing is so much better and comfortable also. 😉
Jun 10, 2013 @ 22:43:13
” … and, just for once, I’d like to know that the voices in my head were reliable.” Haha. Classic post, Lorna. I can totally see you as a spy in the Mrs Smith mould. PS. Can you also investigate how come Angela L’s been about 60 for the last few decades?
Jun 10, 2013 @ 16:31:14
I might be alright at the hiding part… 😉
Jun 10, 2013 @ 16:30:09
I can’t either. I startle too easily. And that’s just for starters. Maybe I should write my next post about why I really couldn’t be a spy. 🙂
Jun 10, 2013 @ 16:28:03
Shizzle, forgot those! No not thinking of quitting the writing gig–it’s clear that I do that in my spare time! 🙂
Jun 10, 2013 @ 16:26:52
I think you are right!
Jun 10, 2013 @ 15:08:51
Sorry about the poison ivy … that must have hurt. I think it’s a great job – no complaints from anyone. hahaha
Clever thoughts on a future career change … I think take life easy and smell the roses might be a better choice.
Jun 10, 2013 @ 13:27:01
What about your quilting? That is another one of your many jobs, mommy to the great Alex, there is another. Rai kei teacher/healer, Cat finder, the list goes on and on and on…
🙂
Jun 10, 2013 @ 12:37:56
Can’t imagine you as a spy … sorry just can’t see it… or if you try.. don’t give up your day job…
Jun 10, 2013 @ 12:00:12
and of course good at running and hiding,, and dodging the bullets of poor marksmen.. submachine guns spurting them out but hitting nothing but brick walls.. ideal job.. 😉