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 Workers.
And the Workers spoke among themselves, saying, "It's a crock of shit, and it stinks."
And the Workers went to their Supervisors and said, "It's a pail of
dung, and we can't live with the smell."
And the Supervisors went to their Managers, saying, "It's a container
of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the Managers went to their Directors, saying, "It is a vessel of
fertilizer and none may abide by its strength."
And the Directors spoke among themselves, saying to one another, "It
contains that which aids plant growth, and is very strong."
And the Directors went to the Vice Presidents, saying unto them, "It
promotes growth, and is very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went to the President, and said unto him,
"This new Plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the
company with powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And that is how shit happens.
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