My job

I get numbers from here and numbers from there, lots and lots and lots of numbers. On a good day the ones from here match the ones from there, on most days they don't. Then I get to go figure out which numbers don't match. Next I have to find out why they don't match and of course, which ones are correct.

Now I go tell the people that sent me the bad numbers and say "You're numbers are wrong," to which they reply "You are an idiot and the child of idiots back 5 generations".

Sooo we have a meeting - the right number people on one side of the table, the wrong number people on the other side of the table, with me in the middle trying to keep a measure of peace and calm while tempers surge and boil, reputations grow or fade, and everyone involved figures that somehow it must be my fault.

At the end of the day, nothing in the world is better, no lives are saved, the environment still sucks, and global warming continues, or not, depending upon whom you believe.

One thing for sure, tomorrow will bring more numbers.

As I was reading this I realized that if only I could make it rhyme, it would make a good Dr.Suess book.

Number here, numbers there, so many numbers everywhere.
Tiny people in tiny boxes send the numbers to their bosses.
Then they call the data guy, these numbers don't match, tell us why.
Look at each number, one by one, tell us how the numbers run.

Have a meeting, call us all, bring the short and bring the tall,
Sit us down at a the table, tell what it means, if your able.
Your job is to certify these many numbers which we spy.
And when midnight comes, you may lay rest-for an hour or two, and then get dressed

and back to work where for a few pence, you work these numbers to make sense.
and some day when you're in your grave, no world remade no life was saved,
St Peter waiting at the gate, says 'bout time, data guy, I think you're late.
We need a count of cherubim, and another then of seraphim.
And don't worry about time, for you see, you have all of eternity.