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“Yes, but you’re doing your job out of your jurisdiction,” the boss barked. “You’re assigned to
Chicago, and that’s all you’re supposed to do: find shit in Chicago.”
Jared didn’t do well when he was told what to do, and his temper was starting to flare. He had
been given an assignment that he had pulled off in spades, but because of typical government bullshit,
he was being told he was doing a less effective job. Shouldn’t he be getting praise and applause?
“You see this?” Jared said, pointing to the gold and black Customs and Border Protection (CBP)
badge clipped to his shirt. “The last time I looked, it said, ‘the United States of America’ on it, and
I’m pretty sure that JFK airport is in the United States of America.”
The supervisor looked back at Jared in shock. But the peon kept going.
“I won’t talk to you about this in person anymore,” Jared said as he stood up and walked toward
the door. “If you want to discuss this again, please put it in writing.” And in one brief moment the
supervisor had just learned a lesson that everyone who met Jared eventually learned: he didn’t play
well with others. A trait of Jared’s that would soon prove to be his biggest asset, and his most
antagonistic hindrance.