8-hours of PAU

At every CBP airport there is a team called the Passenger Analysis Unit (PAU). These people sit in cubicles and read over the flight manifests looking for “Bad Stuff”. When they find it, they send someone out to intercept the suspects at the plane’s gate (long experience shows that people who are up to no good do the weirdest damn things if you let them walk far enough).

PAU is something of a prestige possition. Personally, I don’t covet a spot on the team because I prefer talking to people. A collegue (and hell of a good guy) sent out a link recently. It is widely believed to be the most coherent description of what you feel like after 8-hours of PAU.

For the benefit of those without Flash installed, and so that you properly understand how badly your brain is damaged after staring at unformatted passenger manifests. Consider this transcript and understand that it is a break from monotony:

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