How s*** happens

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, "this is crock of s***, and it
stinks."


And the workers went unto their supervisors and said, "it is a pail of dung,
and we can't live with the smell."


And the supervisors went unto their managers, saying, "it is a container of
excrement, and 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, and 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 and vigor of the company with very powerful
effects."


And the president looked upon the plan and saw that it was good.


And the plan became policy.


And that, my friends, is how s*** happens.