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.
the Workers spoke among themselves, saying,
"This is a crock of shit, and it stinks."
the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said,
"It is a pail of dung, and we can't live with the smell."
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."
the Managers went unto their Directors, saying,
"It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."
the Directors spoke among themselves, saying to one another,
"It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong."
the Directors went to the Vice Presidents, saying unto them,
"It promotes growth, and it is very powerful."
the Vice Presidents went to 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 that, my friends, is how Shit Happens.