The Plan
And then came the assumptions.
And the assumptions were without form.
And the plan was completely without substance.
And the darkness was upon the face of the workers.
And they spoke among themselves, saying:
"It is a crock of poop, and it stinketh"
And the workers went unto their supervisors, and sayeth:
"It is a pail of dung, and none can abide the odor thereof."
And the supervisors went unto their managers.
And sayeth unto them:
"It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong,
such that none can abide it."
And the managers went unto the directors and sayeth:
"It is a vessel of fertilzer, and none can
abide its strength."
And the directors spoke among themselves, saying
one to another:
"It promotes growth, and is very powerful."
And the vice presidents went onto the president,
and sayeth unto him:
"This new plan will actively promote the growth and
effiiency of this comapany, and certain areas in particular."
And the president looked upon the plan, and saw
that it was good.
And the plan became policy.
And this is how poop happens!
Don't know if any of you have seen this before, but thought that I would show it any how. It hung on my office wall until I was not part of the plan anymore. However, I am getting the better of the deal anyways. Their lost, my gain.
Tom



