tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419468557750759398.post-51054025170847253362008-04-14T17:20:00.003-05:002008-12-10T06:16:30.144-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mto2i-2RRqw/SAPaiSlTWeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/maLM4wJAVpQ/s1600-h/j0302920.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189231478299646434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mto2i-2RRqw/SAPaiSlTWeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/maLM4wJAVpQ/s320/j0302920.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've been working on an editing project, and came across an old memory from my former life in Corporate Hell.</div><br /><div></div><div>My job title was "Project/Process Consultant" for payroll purposes and "Quality Management Consultant" to the rest of my industry. This meant I spent my life auditing IT professionals about their compliance to our ISO 9000 Quality System and writing reports about said compliance. If you're guessing I was about as popular as the tax man, you'd be exactly right. People shunned me in the hallways.</div><br /><div></div><div>In one interview, I asked a guy to produce evidence that he was doing whatever he just said he did. He pulled up a blank document. When I mentioned that, in fact, that was a blank document, he said <em>(with a straight face!)</em> that it was actually a white document using white text. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I knew I had to get out of that job when I started imagining me leaping over a desk and stabbing someone with my ball-point pen.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Pearl Writing Services is a freelance writing company specializing in website design and content management, creative writing, copyediting, and custom photography. Visit us at www.pearlwriting.com<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2419468557750759398-5105402517084725336?l=pearlwriting.blogspot.com'/></div>Angela Williams Dueahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05570848895164313428noreply@blogger.com5