The Plan

In the beginning there was the plan.

And then came the Assumptions.

And the Assumptions were without form.

And darkness was on the face of the workers.

And they spoke among themselves saying "It's a crock of shit and it stinketh".

And the workers went unto their Supervisors and said "It is a pail of dung and none may abide the odour thereof".

And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide its strength".

And the Directors spoke among themselves saying one to another "It contains that which aids plant growth, and is very strong.

And the Directors went unto the Vice Presidents saying unto them "It promotes growth and is very powerful".

And the Vice Presidents went unto the President, saying unto him "This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigour 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's how shit happens.