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[[File:Nerf.gif|450px|thumb|center|A young attorney experiencing [[deal fatigue]] yesterday.]] | [[File:Nerf.gif|450px|thumb|center|A young attorney experiencing [[deal fatigue]] yesterday.]] | ||
}}The point at which | }}The point at which an activity’s intrinsic [[tedium]] becomes utterly intolerable, such that it dawns on participants in that activity that the ditch in which they have been stubbornly insisting they will die is really just a meaningless rut on the side of an ugly hill leading nowhere in particular, and that there is more fun to be had threatening to die in ''other'' ditches, on other hills, on other days, by passing up the opportunity to actually die, today, in this one. | ||
This moment of revelation often happens spontaneously for all concerned participants at about the same time. Usually on a Friday in the middle of the afternoon. | |||
Commercial [[Transaction|transactions]] ''all'' have a “point of [[deal fatigue]]” — it is more or less linear — at which point everyone goes sod it, forgets about typos, gives preposterous [[indemnities]] and just signs the damn [[contract]]. | |||
On the other hand, internal bureaucratic processes imposed by [[middle management]] ''cannot'' reach the point of [[deal fatigue]]. Policy will not allow it. The potential “fatigue curve” for bureaucratic tasks is thus curved into a new dimension of [[tedial]] [[space-time]]; but in the flat three dimensional geometry of ''normal'' [[boredom]], the fatigue point for bureaucracy is asymptotic. It gets ''close'' — very, ''very'' close — to that line, but never crosses it. Instead, yawns away to an infinitely distant point (the “[[boredom heat death]] of the universe”) and workers compelled to that follow that policy curve are trapped, wrung out and plastered for all infinity at the [[event horizon]] for utter dreck — a [[Schwarzschild radius]] around which many of us orbit quite closely enough already, thank you very much. | |||
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*[[Eighth law of worker entropy]] | *[[Eighth law of worker entropy]] | ||
*[[Tedium]] | *[[Tedium]] | ||
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 A young attorney experiencing deal fatigue yesterday.
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The point at which an activity’s intrinsic tedium becomes utterly intolerable, such that it dawns on participants in that activity that the ditch in which they have been stubbornly insisting they will die is really just a meaningless rut on the side of an ugly hill leading nowhere in particular, and that there is more fun to be had threatening to die in other ditches, on other hills, on other days, by passing up the opportunity to actually die, today, in this one.
This moment of revelation often happens spontaneously for all concerned participants at about the same time. Usually on a Friday in the middle of the afternoon.
Commercial transactions all have a “point of deal fatigue” — it is more or less linear — at which point everyone goes sod it, forgets about typos, gives preposterous indemnities and just signs the damn contract.
On the other hand, internal bureaucratic processes imposed by middle management cannot reach the point of deal fatigue. Policy will not allow it. The potential “fatigue curve” for bureaucratic tasks is thus curved into a new dimension of tedial space-time; but in the flat three dimensional geometry of normal boredom, the fatigue point for bureaucracy is asymptotic. It gets close — very, very close — to that line, but never crosses it. Instead, yawns away to an infinitely distant point (the “boredom heat death of the universe”) and workers compelled to that follow that policy curve are trapped, wrung out and plastered for all infinity at the event horizon for utter dreck — a Schwarzschild radius around which many of us orbit quite closely enough already, thank you very much.