There are never any adverts in the paper for Spying Jobs.

( LimeyTreat Bitch. Lover. Child. Mother. Sinner. Saint., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 8:36, archived)

No you get a job handing out the Ferrero Rocher and then at a soiree you spill them on a sexy spy's lap
You then end up embroilled in a series of unlikely events that save the Western world from the dirty Commies.
( Theoban What of it, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 8:39, archived)