"asadi...." wrote in message
k.net...
Not for me. No sir.

It took two decades but I've finally made it. No more field work.

My unique outlook, my keen analytical mind, my uncanny ability to
assemble,correlate and decollate obscure bits of information, forming a
grasp of a picture too large to be seen by the naked eye,has been
acknowledged.

I am at that unnamed institution that can only be referred to as ' the
training center,' no caps allowed.

Yes, I have been promoted to the secret facility the location of which will
not appear on any map. No more running around and gallivanting off to fish
whenever I wish,

My wings have been clipped, I'm grounded.

Yes, five days a week, eight hours a day with an hour for lunch I serve in a
capacity that few have been called to serve in.

The most sensitive documents, the most trusted secrets, the very inner
workings pass through my hands. I hold in my hands the data others merely
suspect exists. . . . as I file it away in it's unopened manila envelope.

A position unparalleled. A position of respect. It is 'I' who decides who
shall enter and who shall leave as I speak into the little hole in the
window and say, "May I help you?"

I am in the Ivory Tower.

I may be here a while



john . . . . . .Please send food. I think they're planning something
sinister. Already, I have to tuck my hair up under my hat.

Truly SAD NEWS John!

I hope thing get better real soon!

Mark --No doubt John Ashcroft had a hand in this bit of nastiness!--