The Plan

In the beginning, there was The Plan.
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 amongst themselves saying,
“It is a crock of shit and it stinketh mightily.”

And the workers went unto their Supervisors and said,
“It is a pile of dung, and none may abide the odor 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 fertilizer, and none can abide 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 unto the Vice Presidents saying unto them,
“It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.”

And the Vice Presidents went unto 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 this, my friend, is how shit happens!