Webby, here is another joke about being on the job, maybe a case of strategic planning....
alice
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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 faces of the Workers.

And they spoke amongst themselves, saying, "It is a crock of sh*t, and it stinks."

And the workers went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a pile 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 by its strength."

And the Directors spoke amongst 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 powerful effects."

And the President looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.

And the Plan became Policy.

And that is how sh*t happens.