I've told you all about my good friend I've known since high school, after she finished going to school for practically FOREVER, spent her entire career at the FDA. She's told me that I would never have seen such a cluster fuck in my life.
It sounds almost like any business that's grown beyond its own capability to function. Too many layers of people with authority but little motivation, who don't do any actual WORK, love to hold meetings and hear themselves talk, plus on top of all that, it's governmental. Anyone who has ever worked for a government agency will tell you that it ain't like working in business. The absence of the end-goal of making the mighty dollar just takes the wind out of people. They have nothing to make them move their asses any quicker than they've a mind to.
The two years that I worked for the State of North Carolina, I had a coworker who I'd have to wake up periodically at her desk, where she'd have fallen asleep to the point of snoring, just sitting in her desk chair with her chin on her hands, or I'd hear her snoring in a stall in the ladies room and have to say "Mary, is that you? Time to wake up!" Another lady was famous for walking the halls with a pencil in one hand and a long piece of the tape out of a calculator wound all around her neck, worried look on her face, and that's the only place we ever saw her. No one knew who she was or what she did. Worked in the room with an older lady who had an even older father, with Parkinson's Disease, and who would get on the phone with him (and him in Missouri) and try to convince him for HOURS not to drive the car, or she'd have to call relatives to go get him from the hospital, or out of jail, or make arrangements to have his car pulled out of a ditch, and of course we heard it all because we all sat in a room together. Our coworker Bill told us all about his circumcision procedure (done when he was 38 years old), and the leak in his gas tank so he could only put a dollar's worth of gas in his car at a time, because otherwise it would all leak out and he'd just be wasting his money. Oh and I nearly forgot the OTHER Mary, who had been buying her apparel at the local Belk store since she was a child. If she wanted a new dress, I swear this is true now, she would get on the phone with the Ladies Wear department at Belk, tell them what her occasion was, and in about an hour a runner from Belk would show up with a dozen dresses. She'd take an hour trying them on and choosing the ones she wanted. I mean it went on and on and on. Your tax dollars at work. I'm talking to YOU,
@Rob B. and YOU
@MrMeowgi and even YOU
@Tall Pines.
I get the impression that the FDA is very similar, just not nearly as humorous. People who have to wear suits to work and brave rush hour in DC going back and forth have no sense of humor left by the time they get to their desks in the morning. If I were them, I'd be pissed off at the world.