The Plan or The politics of the workplace
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 spoke amongst themselves, saying, "It is a crock of s**t, 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 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 fertiliser, and none may abide by its strength."
And the Directors spoke amongst themselves, saying to one another, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very powerful."
And the Vice President 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.
This is how S**t happens.