agent-in-place
a person who stays in his or her regular job but is actually in that job to get secret information and spy.
i can honestly say that i am an agent-in-place. At CSA.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
trying to get my groove back
doing this school thing is hard. i mean, the public school thing. i was homeschooled, as you may know. or not. i graduated from high school was i was 13.
being at CSA is my cover.
i have to be here. so basically, im learning some of this stuff over again.
im taking geometry, humanities, biology and creative writing. i can't wait to take photo. that should really help with The Job.
jan is almost over, ive been assigned a new case and im still trying to get back into the groove of things.
and i wish i was going to kauai with celise and mr. maul.
so jealous.
being at CSA is my cover.
i have to be here. so basically, im learning some of this stuff over again.
im taking geometry, humanities, biology and creative writing. i can't wait to take photo. that should really help with The Job.
jan is almost over, ive been assigned a new case and im still trying to get back into the groove of things.
and i wish i was going to kauai with celise and mr. maul.
so jealous.
tag steal
i stole this from cate over at retrolifestyle. i like doing these. apparently, they're only supposed to be one word answers. and cate's right. there's no way in hell i can just put one word down. but i will. anything that needs to be further explained will have a star next to it and you can read the long version at the end.
Where is your mobile phone? backpack
Where is your significant other? neverland
Your hair colour? brown
Your mother? abby
Your father? john
Your favourite thing? tea
Your dream last night? dreamy
Your dream goal? agent*
The room you're in? mine
Your hobby? reading
Your fear? family**
Where do you want to be in 6 years? college
Where were you last night? home
What you're not? white***
One of your wish-list items? love
Where you grew up? apple valley, ohio****
The last thing you did? eat
What are you wearing? jeans
Your TV? 42"
Your pets? nonexistent
Your computer? laptop
Your mood? contemplative
Missing someone? always
Your car? bug
Something you're not wearing? shoes
Favourite shop? old navy
Your summer? adapting*****
Love someone? yes
Your favourite colour? purple
When is the last time you laughed? today
When is the last time you cried? 1******
*as in working for The Company. in an "we will claim your existence" capacity. possibly. but i also love photography and would like to try my hand at acting, too.
**im leery of the familial unit. being in too many foster homes can do that to a person. altho Chief and Irish are very, very, verrrrryyyyy slooooowly changing my mind about that.
***i know what you're thinking. "she looks white to me." even though it looks obvious in the black and white pic on here. and yes. if you ever meet me in person, i could pass for a white girl. but i'm not. im just light-skinned. three-shades-lighter-than-beyonce. john and abby asher, the couple who adopted me when i was baby, were an interracial couple. he was white, she was black. they told me my biological parents were black, but light-skinned. it's possible there could be some white in my history.
****john and abby had a farm, e-i-e-i-o. lol. just kidding. i consider apple valley my home, even though i was taken from there after they died. my most recent home was manhattan.
*****The Company gave me a year to adapt to my new life before giving me my first case.
******i meant 1 yr ago. when i knew for a fact that i was getting my new life.
Where is your mobile phone? backpack
Where is your significant other? neverland
Your hair colour? brown
Your mother? abby
Your father? john
Your favourite thing? tea
Your dream last night? dreamy
Your dream goal? agent*
The room you're in? mine
Your hobby? reading
Your fear? family**
Where do you want to be in 6 years? college
Where were you last night? home
What you're not? white***
One of your wish-list items? love
Where you grew up? apple valley, ohio****
The last thing you did? eat
What are you wearing? jeans
Your TV? 42"
Your pets? nonexistent
Your computer? laptop
Your mood? contemplative
Missing someone? always
Your car? bug
Something you're not wearing? shoes
Favourite shop? old navy
Your summer? adapting*****
Love someone? yes
Your favourite colour? purple
When is the last time you laughed? today
When is the last time you cried? 1******
*as in working for The Company. in an "we will claim your existence" capacity. possibly. but i also love photography and would like to try my hand at acting, too.
**im leery of the familial unit. being in too many foster homes can do that to a person. altho Chief and Irish are very, very, verrrrryyyyy slooooowly changing my mind about that.
***i know what you're thinking. "she looks white to me." even though it looks obvious in the black and white pic on here. and yes. if you ever meet me in person, i could pass for a white girl. but i'm not. im just light-skinned. three-shades-lighter-than-beyonce. john and abby asher, the couple who adopted me when i was baby, were an interracial couple. he was white, she was black. they told me my biological parents were black, but light-skinned. it's possible there could be some white in my history.
****john and abby had a farm, e-i-e-i-o. lol. just kidding. i consider apple valley my home, even though i was taken from there after they died. my most recent home was manhattan.
*****The Company gave me a year to adapt to my new life before giving me my first case.
******i meant 1 yr ago. when i knew for a fact that i was getting my new life.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
no. she. di-int
o.m.g. people are a trip and a half sometimes. if i could hand out Stupid Citations to people, id be doing it every day at The Other Job. like last night? a lady asked me if she could get her shoes for a discount because her matching shoe, the one in her size, was on display.
say what?
i had to seriously hold my tongue. seriously. i didnt say anything for a good 15 seconds.
now, mind you, there’s nothing wrong with the shoe. there were no scratches, no teeth marks, no stinkiness.
it was just a display shoe.
we have to do this. we have to take one shoe from each box and put it on display. well, i knew it would never happen, but i had to ask the mgr anyway. the lady had the nerve to throw a hissy when we told her no.
are you kidding me?
bee-yotch, you better get the hell outta my store!
say what?
i had to seriously hold my tongue. seriously. i didnt say anything for a good 15 seconds.
now, mind you, there’s nothing wrong with the shoe. there were no scratches, no teeth marks, no stinkiness.
it was just a display shoe.
we have to do this. we have to take one shoe from each box and put it on display. well, i knew it would never happen, but i had to ask the mgr anyway. the lady had the nerve to throw a hissy when we told her no.
are you kidding me?
bee-yotch, you better get the hell outta my store!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Informant U: Tip #1
be sure to have a trusted contact person
and no, im not talking about your best friend, the bum on the street or the barista behind the counter at the starbucks you go to every morning. im talking about the person who goes and reports back to someone official. someone whos not going to screw you over by turning you in. ya know, like on those cops shows? all the cops have a trusted source on the street and they always go to that source because they know the word. and that trusted source will always trust that cop because theyve never given up a name. see what i mean?
Chief is my trusted person. i know what he does for a living. its because of what he does that made me seek him out in the first place. and because of the person i am, Chief would cut off his own arm before screwing me over. but he was different. he was the deal breaker. no Chief, no agreement with The Company.
trusted sources dont have to be in an official capacity, though, like cops. newspaper reporters are pretty cool. or so ive heard. and those reporters on your local tv new stations arent exactly alien lifeforms.
just sayin’.
and no, im not talking about your best friend, the bum on the street or the barista behind the counter at the starbucks you go to every morning. im talking about the person who goes and reports back to someone official. someone whos not going to screw you over by turning you in. ya know, like on those cops shows? all the cops have a trusted source on the street and they always go to that source because they know the word. and that trusted source will always trust that cop because theyve never given up a name. see what i mean?
Chief is my trusted person. i know what he does for a living. its because of what he does that made me seek him out in the first place. and because of the person i am, Chief would cut off his own arm before screwing me over. but he was different. he was the deal breaker. no Chief, no agreement with The Company.
trusted sources dont have to be in an official capacity, though, like cops. newspaper reporters are pretty cool. or so ive heard. and those reporters on your local tv new stations arent exactly alien lifeforms.
just sayin’.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Informant U: Trick #1
dead drop
no, its not what you’re thinking. no ones dropping off dead bodies or killing anybody. its a place thats used to hide packages, messages or payments. like a garbage can in the park next to the tree by the merry-go-round. or y’know. something like that.
no, its not what you’re thinking. no ones dropping off dead bodies or killing anybody. its a place thats used to hide packages, messages or payments. like a garbage can in the park next to the tree by the merry-go-round. or y’know. something like that.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Informant U: How to become an informant...sort of
for the record, here’s the official statement on The Company’s use of informants:
so, about that specific guidelines thing? couldnt tell you what those would be. i dont remember reading about them, or having Chief read them to me when I signed my life away started my new life here. ive heard they sometimes use teenagers to help them catch online predators. they teach their agents how to talk like teenagers in chat rooms and stuff. doubt they get paid for it. they probably get like a plaque or a certificate. something lame like that.
in my case, you have to upstage The Company. You have to make them look bad, and make their agents seem like bumbling idiots like that inspector dude from the pink panther movies. should The Company ever approach you and offer you a position as an informant, you will want to haggle: “if you want me to do this for you, you have to do something for me.” and make sure its something big. and realistic. i mean, they cant make it so you dont have to pay taxes for the rest of your life. you would have to do something mongo like save the world. but they could buy you a car, a really expensive vacation or college tuition for all 4 years. or, ya know, a whole new life somewhere else (but this might depend on how long theyve been after the criminal in question).
“The courts have recognized that the government’s use of informants is
lawful and often essential to the effectiveness of properly authorized law
enforcement investigations. However, use of informants to assist in the
investigation of criminal activity may involve an element of deception,
intrusion into the privacy of individuals, or cooperation with persons whose
reliability and motivation may be open to question.
Although it is legally permissible for the The Company to use
informants in its investigations, special care is taken to carefully evaluate
and closely supervise their use so the rights of individuals under investigation
are not infringed. The Company can only use informants consistent with
specific guidelines issued by the Attorney General that control the use of
informants.”
so, about that specific guidelines thing? couldnt tell you what those would be. i dont remember reading about them, or having Chief read them to me when I signed my life away started my new life here. ive heard they sometimes use teenagers to help them catch online predators. they teach their agents how to talk like teenagers in chat rooms and stuff. doubt they get paid for it. they probably get like a plaque or a certificate. something lame like that.
in my case, you have to upstage The Company. You have to make them look bad, and make their agents seem like bumbling idiots like that inspector dude from the pink panther movies. should The Company ever approach you and offer you a position as an informant, you will want to haggle: “if you want me to do this for you, you have to do something for me.” and make sure its something big. and realistic. i mean, they cant make it so you dont have to pay taxes for the rest of your life. you would have to do something mongo like save the world. but they could buy you a car, a really expensive vacation or college tuition for all 4 years. or, ya know, a whole new life somewhere else (but this might depend on how long theyve been after the criminal in question).
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