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Thursday, January 18, 2007

How did that happen?!

Here is an interesting story that I made up that is a perfect example of how screwed up a project plan can get at work. I have rephrased everything in terms of a road trip, but the idea is applicable to any work project plan.

Person 1: Let's go to Las Vegas.
Person 2: Can't go to Vegas.
Person 1: Why not?
Person 3: Not enough gas in the car.
Person 4: We have enough gas to get to Baker!
Person 2: Let's go to Baker!
Person 1: Baker? There's nothing in Baker except that stupid World's Largest Thermometer. I said we should go to Vegas.
Person 2: We can only get to Baker.
Person 3: Let's go to Mojave, then. It's next to Baker
Person 4: We can go camping in Mojave.
Person 5: One time I went to Joshua Tree and saw all those nice cacti.
Person 6: I've been to Joshua Tree. It's really nice.
Person 2: We only have enough gas to get to Baker.
Person 5: If you want to gamble, let's go to Reno.
Person 6: Reno's great. I've been there before.
Person 1: Reno's OK, but it's too far and it's too cold this time of year.
Person 3: If we're going to Reno, we should fly instead of drive.
Person 4: One time, I went camping at Tahoe, it was really nice.
Person 6: I've been to Tahoe; I love it a lot.
Person 7: Since we're going to fly to Reno, we should just fly to New York.
Person 1: New York?!
Person 2: We have enough gas to drive to LAX, no problem.
Person 3: I once went camping in New Jersey, it was very nice.
Person 6: I love New Jersey and the Appalacians!
Person 4: Considering that we're going to New York; it will take at least 8 or 10 hours door-to-door, we should just drive to Reno.
Person 5: I like Reno; I've been there quite a few times.
Person 3: Rather than camp at Tahoe, we should just go to Ensenada and camp in the desert, as the first person suggested.
Person 1: Ensenada?!

So, when you end up getting ass-raped by rats, standing in 6 inches of mud in a Mexican prison, saying to yourself "How the FUCK DID THIS happen?!", you will remember that all you need to do is go to the gas station to get enough gas to drive to Vegas.