Friday, February 4, 2011

Escaping the Trap

Once you become an accountant, apparently, you are trapped. I decided to pursue my MBA to rid myself of the accountant franchise player tag, but potential employers didn't get the message. My CV still has the far reaching stamp of Uncle D (Deloitte) plastered all over it.

In the past month, I have had three interviews, and two of them wanted me for an accounting role. I have made it abundantly clear that I want no part in accounting/finance/ or whatever, but that seems to be the only job I can get. Today, I was offered an Account Analyst internship in India. Now, India seems cool. I like the food, the people are nice, and the Company was pretty well respected, but come on... An Account Analyst job in India? I can't do that. They tried to tell me that it actually has more to do with trend analysis and strategy, but at the end of the day, it was a lame duck internship.

I feel an internship should be sexy. I should be spoiled a bit. Given copious amounts of food and maybe a couple free drinks. I want an amazing training program and maybe a new identity. A gun would be a plus. So please consider this my official declaration of candidacy for the Russian Espionage Internship. I don't mind going under cover for 5 - 10 years (Salt style!) or raising my children to be russian spies. In fact, I probably know a Russian spy (Romo), so I think thats a plus. I do have one requirement, I do not want to spy against the good 'ole USA. Can't spy against the home team, sorry. So how about this. Train me to be a spy, and I'll ship off to China. I can probably find a lot of dirt on them. They're Russia's neighbors, and I'm sure their rise to stardom is pissing Russia off quite a bit...

Well, if you don't see me around after today it means I was either accepted to spy academy or taken care of by the Russian spies at Bocconi....