How I wound up here...
My youngest daughter, who is interested in joining the Foreign Service, was asking me about my previous job with the State Department. I'm not sure if she was tipped off by one of her siblings or if she put two and two together but I think she's starting to realize the State Department was a cover. Current Mood:
Working for the CIA was never one of my life goals. When I started college I was looking for something that was interesting and, more importantly, paid well. At first, I thought about becoming a lawyer but that fizzled out early. Interpreting law wasn't my forte.
I tried majoring in Government (that'd be "Political Science" now) for a while and then I switched to Finance. Finance didn't interest me as much as Government or any of the related courses but it was more practical and I was very good at it. So good that I had an internship and later a job with Goldman Sachs.
There I was, working on Wall Street, making great money and my family was thrilled. I, however, wasn't as enthusiastic. I wasn't unhappy either... I just wanted more. With everything happening in the world, the work I did seemed hollow. It probably sounds ridiculous. Youthful ideals and expectations. But I wanted more out of the work I did.
I contacted an old college professor of mine who once suggested I try working for the CIA. At the time, I thought he was kidding. He had told me the CIA could use someone with my knowledge of computers, economics and international politics. As it turned out, that offer was serious and was still on the table.
Pretty soon I was working as a case officer in the Directorate of Operations.* It was exciting work, different from what I had expected or imagined. Not to mention, more terrifying than I ever could have anticipated. Several years in I decided to switch to something more behind-the-scenes. Turns out field work wasn't my forte either. Not that I didn't do well. It just wasn't an ideal fit.
The next several years were spent advancing through the ranks of the CIA until eventually, I was appointed Director of Operations. It was a great honor and I was very grateful for it, of course, but I started to become disenchanted with the CIA.
It wasn't long after I was offered a job heading up the Pacific Regional Division of CTU. It was a counterintuitive career move, one that probably set me back rather than advancing me up the ladder. However, it was a chance to be a part of something newer. Something more energetic. A chance to regain something I lost along the way.
So I took it and here I am.
* I know my CTU profile says I worked for the Directorate of Administration but anyone with a brain knows that was phased out under Dulles.
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