Anything and Everything: Life and Stuff'

I Hate My Job –Rose Long

"I hate my job," Rose whined as she looked in the mirror at her appearance, "I hate my job, I mean I really hate my job …"

They were in the car in route to Washington D.C for the day. Rose had been selected as a part of the CIA Delegation to report to the United States House of Representatives Intelligence Committee and if there was one thing that she hated about her job, it was the fact that she had to report to the United States Congress. That meant she could quite possibly end up on TV and she would end up on the CSPAN Network. She didn't want to make a fool of herself, but she really couldn't tell a bench full of Congressman and women to fuck off and let her do her job. Rose especially hated dressing up like this for them, "I know baby, I hate your job too, but you wanted it."

Rose buried her face in her hands, "Why couldn't Terry do this? And why did Allen have to have me there to kiss Congress's ass?"

"Because you're the best at what you do," Jake quickly took one hand off of the wheel and squeezed her shoulder, "Look at it this way, you said that if the President-Elect selects Allen as Director of the CIA, you could very well end up as the Deputy Director of the CIA."

The former Huntsgirl groaned and rubbed her forehead, "Please, Please God, if you ever existed, don't let Allen get selected, please!"

"What do you mean?" Jake took a moment to look over at her with a look of puzzlement.

She looked over to him with narrowed eyes, "You think that I want to be Deputy Director of the entire Central Intelligence Agency, I'd be home maybe one day out of the week and I'd be up to my neck in shit. I really hope that Allen get's smart and hires some idiot to do it."

"Remember Rose, he's not the Director of the CIA so there's no need to panic," Jake sighed as the US Capital Building came into view from their windshield, "Now you need to put your game face on, remember, look stoic and pissy when you talk to them, James Bond."

Not being able to help herself from the tone of his voice, she began to snicker, "I'll be sure to put on my Sean Connery Accent."

With her hair tied back into a tight bun, she fell into step behind her direct superior Allen Mansfield who oversaw the domestic branch of the entire CIA. Photographers and TV Cameras followed her every move and out of the corner of her eye, she could see her husband glaring holes at them. Maybe that was for the fact that she was wearing an extremely uncomfortable skit and six inch high heels. With that in mind Rose was sure now that at least three quarters of the men in that room were staring at either her legs or her ass. Hell, let them, she noticed that the Congressman were even staring at her, maybe they'd lay off of her. Sometimes Rose loved the fact that she looked the way she did.

Taking a seat next to Allen at the long witness table, she grabbed the glass of water that was allocated to her and took a sip. All the while she was subtly looking at the eyes of the Congressmen on the bench and sure enough, there were a few staring at her legs. Choking on her water of a moment, she turned to Allen and smirked at the knowing and amused smile that he had on his face, "Thank you for showing up."

"Is that why you asked me? Because half of them are pigs?" Rose whispered to her boss with a snort.

Allen smiled and shrugged, "That and you know the system, you are good at your job and you know how to deal with their shit."

"Way to keep your voices down," An amused yet stern voice said from their immediate left, "It's alright Agent Long, Agent Mansfield."

Rose looked over to the Director of the CIA and smiled, "Director Gordon, do you wish to share in our trash talking of our lawmakers?"

He snickered and shook his head. Rose knew him somewhat and he was friendly for the Director of the CIA, but other than that they only worked professionally. An older man, older than Allen, Director Gordon was of average height, balding back hair and he looked like your friendly neighborhood guy. But make no mistake about it, if you were fooled by that outside appearance you were a dead man. Director Gordon served throughout the Middle East during the waning years of the Cold War. He also served as a spy in Russia as well. So for a man who was able to not attract the attention of the Soviet Union and the most feared regimes of the Middle East, Gordon was an amazing man.

When the Chairman of the House Intelligence Committee banged his gavel, Rose took the time to look back into the crowd and wink at her Husband who was waiting patiently. Poor Jake, he thought that the smile he wore of his face could fool her. She'd let it go, he supported her work and the least she could do was not treat him like dirt for the entire day. With that Rose, Director Mansfield and Director Gordon stood from the witness bench, raised their right hands and were sworn in. God, she hoped her kids weren't watching, she'd die of embarrassment.

"Agent Long," Chairman Barr a Congressman from Wisconsin asked her, "Are the reports true that the Domestic Branch of the CIA has abused it authority in its domestic investigations? If so, what does the Agency plan on doing to correct this serious issue that has arisen?"

Rose sighed and clicked on her microphone. She knew her job and she knew how to answer this question, if these idiotic little people who didn't know the first thing about on hand defense of the country were going to talk down her, then they had another thing coming. She was going to thrash them to within an inch of their miserable little lives, "Chairman Barr, those rumors are not true. With the passage and authorization of the Patriot Act we have the authority to issue blanket warrants and bypass the Intelligence Courts. Abuse of Power is not the issue here. It's the issue of the power to investigate. Our caseload is dramatically different from the FBI's and Homeland Security and again we need that power. So I don't feel inclined to dignify your later question with a response, there is no serious issue that has arisen."

"And tapping the phones of American Citizens is right?" Congresswoman Thomas asked from the far left of the bench, she was a liberal.

"For your information Congresswoman Thomas, we don't tap the phone of the old lady down the street," Rose rolled her eyes at the idiocy of the woman, "We tap the phones of people that we need too. Last week, we stopped a bomb threat in Albany New York as you may know from information that we received after we tapped the phones of a known Terrorist Cell in this Country. It is valuable, it is needed."

The brown haired woman scowled and tapped her microphone again, "I do believe that the CIA needs raining in on the home front."

"With all due respect Congresswoman, if you downsized us on the home front, the suspects that make it past our international operatives will be here in the Country and the Terrorism threat will increase tenfold," Rose openly sneered at the woman, "You try doing it, you stupid-…"

Allen reached forward and covered his hand over her microphone before Rose could finish her fuming. He looked up at the committee with a sheepish grin, "You'll have to forgive Agent Long. She get's easily offended when she's asked politically biased questions. I'd appreciate it if you'd direct all further questions to either Director Gordon or myself as too avoid anymore slips of the tongue."

Turning red, Rose pressed the off switch on her microphone and stared down at the table, oh Jake was going to make fun of her until death.

"Oh my god," Jake laughed as they made it into Silver Spring, Maryland, "You almost called a Congresswoman a stupid bitch on National Television!"

Rose buried her head into her head and frowned, oh dear lord. She was going to be on the National News tonight for that little altitudinal outburst, and oh she was going to get a mouthful when she went into work tomorrow. Allen was going to chastise her and possibly make fun of her some more after that little outburst, "Oh shut up, that bitch is a stupid bitch and if I wasn't sitting next to my boss and my bosses boss I would have called her more names."

"You were defending wiretapping," He snickered feeling so sad for his wife, "What did you expect? You walked into that one baby."

The Huntsgirl inside her snarled at him, but the outside that was a Rose/Huntsgirl hybrid only sneered, "I really hate my job sometimes."

Authors Note: Drumroll please! Presenting the newest edition to the Anything and Everything Series and more than likely the longest of them all. I've wanted to do this as a companion piece to my other AE Story 'Secrets of the Huntsclan'. It will be like one shot experiences that will detail the lives of all the Characters. All of them, Rose, Jake, Alyssa, Johnny, Erin and the rest, it'll rotate with every entry. I'll be entering a few a week and I'll be doing this until June so it's bound to be my longest story. I hope that you like it and that you'll give it a shot! Please leave me a review.