In the beginning there 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 Staff. And they spoke among themselves, saying, "It is a crock of shit, and it stinketh." And the Staff went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a pail 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 Senior Managers, saying, "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength." And the Senior Managers spoke amongst themselves, saying to one another, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and is very strong." And the Senior Managers went unto the Partners, saying unto them, "It promotes growth, and is very powerful." And the Partners went unto the Managing Partner, saying, "This new Plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the company, with powerful effects." And the Managing Partner looked upon the Plan, and saw that it was good. And the Plan became Policy. This is how Shit Happens.