the evils of beauracracy

[skulkey]

my new job is exposing me to the ills inflicted by bearacracy.

so woefully inefficient - multiple layers of redundancy - energy
wasted at every turn.

everything must be approved - the exterior structure of all
activities rigidly delineated.

while inside lies a seething mess with little or no structure.
a plan for action created by a bearacrat with no direct experience
of action, which those in the trenches are expected to follow
without deviation.

action is an ongoing improvisation, but to the beauracrats there must
be some obvious structure, strictly defined. a clever illusion that
hides them from the reality they so fear.

everything must appear as the operation of a hive, directed by some
elusive queen. events described as though following a script.

a facade covering a crumbling edifice.

and the watchers have watchers - "cover your ass" the unspoken rule
of thumb.

and you, a lowly peon - cannon fodder - desperately treading water
and hoping the sharks don't find you before you reach firmament.

"Rot at the core spreads outward." - Frank Herbert (Heretics of Dune).