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Inside Job: My Life as an Airport Screener : Condé Nast Traveler on Concierge.com
Six months earlier, I had spotted a job advertisement online for part-time airport security screeners. The posting was notable for its dry recitation of the drawbacks of the job, as if to discourage all but the most desperate from applying. “This is a very physically demanding job with unique requirements,” it read; I’d have to stand for up to four hours without a break, lift seventy-pound bags, and walk the equivalent of two miles during my shift. I would be expected to maintain my cool while dealing with constant stress from the noise, crowds, and “disruptive and angry passengers,” which I couldn’t let distract me from my ultimate objective: to ferret out what it described as “devices intended on creating massive destruction.” For this I’d be paid $13.91 an hour; I’d work weekends, holidays, and odd hours; and I’d remain on probation for two years, during which time I could be fired without warning.
The story (all 15 pages of it) starts here.