In the beginning was the Plan & the Plan was without substance.
Then came the Assumptions & the Assumptions were without form.
Darkness sat 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 & said, "It is a pail
of
dung, & we can't live with the smell."
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying, "It is a
container
of excrement, & 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, & none may abide its strength.
And the Directors spoke among themselves, saying to one another,
"It
contains that which aids 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 & vigour of the company
with
very powerful effects".
And the President looked upon the Plan & saw that it was good. And
the
Plan became Policy.
And this is how shit happens.
