THE PLAN

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 they spoke among themselves saying,
"It is a crock of shit and it stinkith"

And the Workers went to their Supervisors and said,
'It is a pail of dung and none may abide the odor thereof"

And the Supervisors went unto their Manager saying,
'It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong,
such that none may abide it."

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


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

And the Directors their went unto the Vice-Presidents saying to them,
'It promotes growth, and it is very powerful"

And the Vice-Presidents went unto the President saying,
"This now plan will actively promote the grown 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.
This is how Shit Happens.

 

People have waayy too much time on their hands

 

That was great. It is so true too. I guess shit does flow up hill after all.

 

far too true I am afraid