And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the Plan was without substance.
And darkness fell upon the face of the Shop.
And they spake among themselves, saying "It is a crock of shit, and it
stinketh."
And the Shop Steward went unto the Foreman and said, "It is a pail of
dung, and none may abide the odor thereof."
And the Foreman went unto the Production Manager, saying "It is a
container of excrement, and its fragrance is very strong, such that none
may abide it."
And the Production Manager went unto the Shop Supervisor, saying, "It is
a vessel of fertilizer, and all who draw near to it are overcome by it's
stength."
And the Shop SUpervisor spake amongst the Management Staff, and they
said one unto the other, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and
it is very strong."
And the Management Staff went to the Management Executive, saying unto
him, "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful."
And the Management Executive went unto the Shareholders, and said unto
them, "This new Plan will promote growth and vigor of the company, with
powerful effects to be felt by the Shareholders!"
And the Shareholders looked upon the Plan, and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And this is how shit happens.