In the beginning there was a Plan.
And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the Plan was without substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the Workers. And they spoke
among themselves, saying,
"It is a
crock of shit, and it stinks."
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said "It is a pail of dung, and we can't live with the
smell."
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying,
"It is a container of excrement, and
it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the Managers went unto their Directors, saying. "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its
strength."
And the Directors spoke among themselves, saying to one
another, "It contains that which
aids in plant growth, and it is very strong."
And the Directors went to the Vice Presidents, saying unto
them, "It promotes growth, and it is
very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went to the President, saying unto
him, "This new plan will actively
promote the growth and vigor of the company with the powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan and saw it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And this is how shit happens. |