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Jill Sep 2024
Staplers and hole-punch
Paper, signatures, and stamps
Busy, busy work
Audit error, office closed
Oncoming apocalypse

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“If you are viewing this instructional video, you may be having some glitches with your audit processes. Don’t panic. From time to time, any bureaucracy worth its hole-punch will need to conduct an audit.

Daily dandy-desk-documented fun
Standard sunny-systematised-stapled hijinks

However, sometimes, there is a clerical error, or worse, a process deviation. If this occurs during an ordinary, 8:45am-5:20pm workday, the standard review process can be implemented, commencing on the same day, should the error be detected before 12pm, and if later than 12pm, commencing on the next working day. The typical review timelines can then follow, ideally 3-5 business days for information gathering, followed by committee consideration dependent on the 6-weekly cycle and agenda length.

Expected. Thorough. Busy. Reassuring.
All systems nominal.
Stamping and signing rates above baseline.
Working hard, at a sensible, sustainable pace. Amiright?

Unfortunately, occasionally,
something cataclysmic happens
bottom right on the risk matrix
(likelihood=E (rare) x consequence=5 (catastrophic))

Hold onto your staplers…
A fault occurs during the audit.
An audit error in the error audit.
This results in the dreaded, circular,
Paper Ouroboros Paradox.  
At this point, the
perfectly procedured
copybook committeed
faultlessly filed
bureaucracy
will implode.

The only way of avoiding POP is
a concurrent process to audit the
audit, we call this The Meta Audit.  
The bookish amongst you may want to say
that would increase the circularity
(moving POP from likelihood=E, to D!)
Don’t worry, we run the Meta Meta
Audit to make sure that never happens.

Our favourite galactic bureaucrat avatars, the Vogons, were the first race to encounter the pure, paper-curling hell of TMA. That is why these instructions are written in poetry, of sorts. But not Vogon-authored poetry, of course, even though
the quality
and honestly
the policy
of the potential use
of these directions
or sections
or connections
for torture
Have never been directly investigated.

The KPI for TMA is known as the
Kafka-Cockroach Distance
measured in imaginary cockroach lengths (icL).

Under potential conditions of
POP, the TMA KPI KCD starts at
42 icL
     and counts down with
     every fatal meta error:
       -Information presented to audit
         committee in triplicate
         instead of quadruplicate,
41 icL
      -Audit presentation containing
        27 slides instead of 26,
        as clearly outlined,
40 icL
     -Email about colonoscopy sent
       to audit address list instead of mum,
39 icL
     And so on.

You’ll know when you reach 17 icL,
You’ll see the cockroaches.
Conveniently, this makes measurement simpler

Now you know how to calculate your Kafka-Cockroach Distance, you can audit your audits with perfect assurance and insurance.

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This bureaucracy
Kafkaesque catastrophe
Dear Douglas Adams
Thanks for giving me words for
Processing my processes
©2024

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (avatar) date 27th September 2024. Avatar can also refer to the embodiment of something (such as a concept or philosophy) often in a person.
Kingston Bao Apr 11
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Sybau
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Maryam Aug 1
You say I'm messy,
like you don't drop paint at my feet.
You say I'm toxic,
like you don't enjoy what you see.
You say we're platonic,
like you don't think about your hands on my skin.
You say we're just friends,
like I dont catch you lingerin'.
You wait 'til we're alone
to tell me what's confined in your mind.
You try to hide it
until your mouth is too close to mine.
But I see your eyes drop, even just for a split,
that look on your face, the moment you slip.
And hey, I'd put all the blame on you if I could—
But truth be told, my scales tip as I think of the what-ifs.
A one-time thing?
Let’s run it back, icl I crave your lips.
We said we were done, but never got the memo.
Crash out if someone else walked in-
are you feeling my tempo?
I hold back, but only 'cause I know you won’t,
we're on the same wavelength
though we act like we don't-
know each other, in front of others.
And maybe that's the problem- perhaps that's the pull,
the rush of it all,
it's a mess, it really is. You and I, what we do.
Behind closed doors, in hushed voices,
our minds are one, pretending to be two.
But you know what? you're right.
I am messy, I am toxic.
You're only sometimes platonic.
But at least when it’s quiet, and it’s just us on our own,
we don’t hide or look away.
and yeah, the love is real—
We got each other, no matter the day.

— The End —