I actually received this in e-mail today along with a resume... Feel free to laugh as hard as I did, while storing it in the electronic circular file. 
Punishment
I am a Validation Specialist. That means that I do validation for a living. The problem is that no one ever knows what validation is, and Ive never really known what to tell them. Now I do. Validation is grade school punishment.
Now why would someone pay me to endure punishment? Well that may depend on who you ask, and I may not want to hear all the answers. Still, I am working as a contractor for a pharmaceutical company. They have hired me because of the wonders of bureaucracy. In order to manufacture and sell drugs in the USA, companies have to win the approval of the FDA. Not only does a company have to prove that the drug is non-toxic and does wonderful things for you, they also have to prove that the company is not full of complete morons that will accidentally put cyanide in the Viagra.
That is where I come in. It is my job to convince the FDA that a pharmaceutical company knows what it is doing. I do this by showing my competency in the only area that a bureaucracy understands, red tape, otherwise know as mindless paperwork. It is my job to create such a horrifyingly large stack of documentation on a given subject that the FDA inspectors will cower in shame at the thought that they have never produced a pile nearly so high. They will bow to our great paper shrine and declare us the safest in the land.
It was while working on own of my most towering creations, dutifully signing and labeling each attachment, that it occurred to me that when I was in grade school and I did something wrong, the teacher would make me write it on the board 100 times. Even the ancient Romans used this form of punishment as Brian can surely attest. Yet here I was writing the nearly the identical information on page after page after page after page after page. It was then that the full weight of the realization sunk into me. I was living in a third graders Hell! I have to get up earlier, stay later, and I receive punishment nearly every single day, and as if that was not bad enough, there is NEVER ANY RECESS!!!!!!
Punishment
I am a Validation Specialist. That means that I do validation for a living. The problem is that no one ever knows what validation is, and Ive never really known what to tell them. Now I do. Validation is grade school punishment.
Now why would someone pay me to endure punishment? Well that may depend on who you ask, and I may not want to hear all the answers. Still, I am working as a contractor for a pharmaceutical company. They have hired me because of the wonders of bureaucracy. In order to manufacture and sell drugs in the USA, companies have to win the approval of the FDA. Not only does a company have to prove that the drug is non-toxic and does wonderful things for you, they also have to prove that the company is not full of complete morons that will accidentally put cyanide in the Viagra.
That is where I come in. It is my job to convince the FDA that a pharmaceutical company knows what it is doing. I do this by showing my competency in the only area that a bureaucracy understands, red tape, otherwise know as mindless paperwork. It is my job to create such a horrifyingly large stack of documentation on a given subject that the FDA inspectors will cower in shame at the thought that they have never produced a pile nearly so high. They will bow to our great paper shrine and declare us the safest in the land.
It was while working on own of my most towering creations, dutifully signing and labeling each attachment, that it occurred to me that when I was in grade school and I did something wrong, the teacher would make me write it on the board 100 times. Even the ancient Romans used this form of punishment as Brian can surely attest. Yet here I was writing the nearly the identical information on page after page after page after page after page. It was then that the full weight of the realization sunk into me. I was living in a third graders Hell! I have to get up earlier, stay later, and I receive punishment nearly every single day, and as if that was not bad enough, there is NEVER ANY RECESS!!!!!!
