...In The Beginning Was The 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 shop.
And they spoke among themselves, saying "It is a crock of shit, and
it stinketh."
And the Shop Steward went unto the Foreman and said, "It is a pail
of dung, and none may abide the odour thereof."
And the Foreman went unto the Production Manager, saying, "It is a
container of excrement, and its fragrance is very strong, such that
none may abide it."
And the Production Manager went unto the Shop Supervisor, saying,
"It is a vessel of fertiliser, and all who draw near to it are
overcome by its strength."
And the Shop Supervisor spoke amongst the Management staff, and
they said one unto the other, "It contains that which aids plant
growth, and it is very strong."
And the Management staff went to the Management Executive, saying
unto him, "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful."
And the Management Executive went unto the Shareholders, and said
unto them, "This new Plan will promote the growth and vigor of the
company, with powerful effects to be felt by the
shareholders!"
And the Shareholders looked upon the Plan, and saw that it was
good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And this is how shit happens.
