As a courier, I had to take an eleven-question test and fill out two separate forms providing information to the TSA in order to be "certified" to hand over packages to an airline for shipping. I certainly feel more certified than I did twelve years ago when I handed over a variety of items for shipping. Of course, twelve years ago they didn't question the logic of not opening a sealed, sterile, surgical implant.
I've had this overwhelming desire to fly a plane down to ATL, park on the ramp side of Mercury and call the TSA to hand over my paperwork for certification. I wouldn't really do this, of course.
It's apparent that in order to become a manager with the TSA you must have your sense of humor surgically removed. That really seems like a minor modification from the frontal lobotomy required in order to be a screener.