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Great jobs
Nov. 29th, 2002 09:09 amWhile reading this week's Pyramid Magazine, I was suddenly reminded of one of the most fantastic jobs I've ever known anyone to have. It was a Swedish "60 Minutes"-wannabe show on TV that had done a piece on the intelligence branch of the Swedish military, trying hard to find something upsetting to report (they failed).
One thing they did was to call the military up and ask if they could come over, camera in hand, and interview an officer. "Sure," the military said, much to the reporters' surprise. So they went over there, camera in hand, and met with a jovial middle-aged colonel whose name I've long since forgotten. A colonel who had a job I'd never imagined even existed.
It was his job not to know anything.
Really. His task in the military intelligence division was to have not the slightest idea what the rest of the people in it was doing. He admited this freely, even enthusiastically. He gladly answered any and all questions the reporters had, to the best of his knowledge. Which, intentionally, was pretty much nothing. He'd get sent all the curious people like reporters, schoolkids, tourists and whatever. He'd recieve them and talk to them quite freely -- because he couldn't reveal anything sensitive.
I don't think I've ever seen as frustrated a reporter as the one who did that interview. It was hilarious.
One thing they did was to call the military up and ask if they could come over, camera in hand, and interview an officer. "Sure," the military said, much to the reporters' surprise. So they went over there, camera in hand, and met with a jovial middle-aged colonel whose name I've long since forgotten. A colonel who had a job I'd never imagined even existed.
It was his job not to know anything.
Really. His task in the military intelligence division was to have not the slightest idea what the rest of the people in it was doing. He admited this freely, even enthusiastically. He gladly answered any and all questions the reporters had, to the best of his knowledge. Which, intentionally, was pretty much nothing. He'd get sent all the curious people like reporters, schoolkids, tourists and whatever. He'd recieve them and talk to them quite freely -- because he couldn't reveal anything sensitive.
I don't think I've ever seen as frustrated a reporter as the one who did that interview. It was hilarious.
