Let's refresh the topic, eh?
I hesitated whether this story was food-safety-related or not, and decided – yes, it was, as it all was about preparing for BRC certification. It’s not quite an encounter-type, but more a bitter memory sort of. Once upon a time, a long time ago I worked for a small bakery making amazing Italian-style goodies. Everything was quite ok with that company except for the owner, a guy with short temper and big self-esteem with the idea fix to get GFSI certification. He had pretty high QA staff turnover, so that idea had not been reachable – until I came. Fresh prey. Along with all the burden of sorting/reviewing/updating/creating/filing documentation, I was supposed to develop FSMS for BRC certification from scratch, literally. Because what the owner proudly presented me as “complete collection of BRC documentation - you'll just need to put company name on them!” (cost him 10K) appeared to be random unorganized inappropriate pieces of this and that. As per my contractor agreement, I was supposed to work 1 day a week – but oh boy how much more often I started coming! My enthusiasm pushed me to work overtime home, involve my husband and friends for help, spend my own money on this project – all to achieve my goal, BRC certification, with flying colours. Needless to say, all my efforts were taken for granted. Finally, long story short, all documents were created, trainings and audits done, inspections conducted, standard studied several times to make sure nothing’s missed – and the audit day had come. I was really proud of my creature, my baby FSMS. All 11 comments were minor, all were addressed shortly. We got a certificate, grade B. I was absolutely happy as I considered that quite an achievement for the beginner. And you know what the company owner said when I sent him my CONGRATS? “Well, it’s ok, but you could do better”.