After 9-11 I bagan to question the purpose of my life. I had been working in the fashion industry on the logistics side making a decent living. However, I began to question what I had accomplished in my life. I helped many companies stay improve their bottom line, but that was never enough. I was only as good as tommorow's performance.
I was too old to pick up a rifle and go to Afghanistan. Moreover, if I came back I would probably do time for disposing of people like Duncy. Thus I started the long process of applying for a DHS job. I took a huge cut in pay and moved far from everyone I loved to do my part.
The job is mostly rewarding reuiniting families of LEGAL immigrants. Recently, I am working with vocational cases and it is not rewarding. Most of the cases are Indian Computer experts. However, there were a couple of cancer researchers. Most of the job is common sense.
My stint should come to an end at the end of January unless I am one of the few that passes the test and is selected. Part of me wants to return home. St Albans is a nice place, but it is not home.