I went through the Union to get my job. It’s the Brotherhood of Secret Electronically Recorded Surveillances (BSers).
That’s right, I get paid to listen to your
conversations on the phone or recorded by electronic bugs or picked up by satellite and I read your e-mail, snail mail and sometimes your junk mail. I’m supposed to identify callers and pass up to my boss, Hamilton Cuffs, a former big city detective, anything that might be a threat to National Security. My boss is a good guy and around the NSA we call him H. Cuffs. I'm curious though, because he never really said what big city he's from.
Sergi: Hey Boris, why did chicken cross road?
Weird Day at the NSA
New Year's Party at the NSA
NSA Petting Zoo
NSA Annual Company Picnic