Albert Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity posits that time does not flow with, well, clocklike consistency. Time, it turns out, is influenced by speed – as you go faster, time slows down. Time is also influenced by gravity. As you approach a massive object, say a black hole, time also slows down.
Thus arises an explanation of why things take so long within the confines of a large organization. The sheer mass of people who coalesce in headquarters creates a gravitational field that slows the passage of time. Moreover, as headquarters grows, it attracts drifting personnel who are anxious to ‘add value’. Viewed from the outside, this writhing globular cluster of “value-adders” passes decisions (well actually the opportunity to avoid decisions) back and forth with the alacrity of an anesthetized aardvark chasing a comatose sloth. In short, it looks like nothing is happening.
In contrast, from the inside, the decision making process (or more accurately the decision avoidance process) looks like a ping pong ball being caught in a tornado above a raging tsunami. The turbulent process dislodges all added value.
In the end, the ping pong ball lands on beach – battered and beaten. The outside observer kicks it and says: “But I just wanted a banana.”
The photo has nothing to do with the posting, but it is a pretty sunset.
Thus arises an explanation of why things take so long within the confines of a large organization. The sheer mass of people who coalesce in headquarters creates a gravitational field that slows the passage of time. Moreover, as headquarters grows, it attracts drifting personnel who are anxious to ‘add value’. Viewed from the outside, this writhing globular cluster of “value-adders” passes decisions (well actually the opportunity to avoid decisions) back and forth with the alacrity of an anesthetized aardvark chasing a comatose sloth. In short, it looks like nothing is happening.
In contrast, from the inside, the decision making process (or more accurately the decision avoidance process) looks like a ping pong ball being caught in a tornado above a raging tsunami. The turbulent process dislodges all added value.
In the end, the ping pong ball lands on beach – battered and beaten. The outside observer kicks it and says: “But I just wanted a banana.”
The photo has nothing to do with the posting, but it is a pretty sunset.
1 comment:
Lol, so true... Is there a single large organization anywhere that is not completely mentally retarded?
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