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[[Confusion entropy]] is the he background level of misunderstanding and resentment which comes as a by-product of modern corporate discourse.
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Different types of activity generate more or less of this kind of entropy. [[Conference call]]s — especially [[all-hands conference call]]s — generate dangerously high levels.
There is no formula for when or where this might happen because at that moment the [[JC]] was trying to make one up<ref>You do realise everything on this wiki is just made up on the spot, don’t you?</ref> he was [[Conference call ambush|ambushed]] with an ambiguous request for [[KPI]]s by an officious [[management consultant]]. He pretended to be having [[Skype trouble]] but lost his train of thought and never quite recovered it.


The [[Jolly Contrarian]]’s [[second law of worker entropy]] states that [[confusion entropy]] will eventually lead to the [[boredom heat death]] of the universe. There is no  formula for when or where this might happen because at that moment the [[Jolly Contrarian]] was trying to make one up he was suddenly buttonholed by an officious [[management consultant]] on an all hands conference call and asked for some [[KPI]]s. He pretended to be having [[Skype trouble]].  
[[Confusion entropy]] can be cured with [[Schwarzschild radius of alcohol consumption|alcohol]], but there is a curious [[paradox]], as overdoing the sauce (which, on a [[conference call]], can be tremendously tempting) can itself lead to total collapse through the [[inebriation event horizon]] into a black hole of soul-crushing despair.


[[Confusion entropy]] can be cured with alcohol, but there is a curious paradox, as overdoing the sauce (which, on a [[conference call]], can be tremendously tempting) can itself lead to total collapse through the [[inebriation event horizon]] into a black hole of soul-crushing despair.
So it’s either crushing your soul into an infinitesimal point of [[space-time]], or regressing to a sunless, tepid expanse having, in every direction except the one you want to go in, an infinite extension of [[ennui]].


So it’s either crushing your soul into an infinitesimal point of space-time, or regressing to a sunless, tepid expanse having, in every direction except the one you want to go in, an infinite extension of [[ennui]].
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*[[Schwarzschild radius of alcohol consumption]]


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The JC’s second law of worker entropy: The latent confusion entropy in a complex system increases geometrically with the size of that system. Once a system, or organisation, is over a certain size, its resting-state confusion and implicit mediocrity quotient will fall out of stable equilibrium, eventually leading to the implosion of the organisation or, if it is big enough, boredom heat death of the universe itself.

There is no formula for when or where this might happen because at that moment the JC was trying to make one up[1] he was ambushed with an ambiguous request for KPIs by an officious management consultant. He pretended to be having Skype trouble but lost his train of thought and never quite recovered it.

Confusion entropy can be cured with alcohol, but there is a curious paradox, as overdoing the sauce (which, on a conference call, can be tremendously tempting) can itself lead to total collapse through the inebriation event horizon into a black hole of soul-crushing despair.

So it’s either crushing your soul into an infinitesimal point of space-time, or regressing to a sunless, tepid expanse having, in every direction except the one you want to go in, an infinite extension of ennui.

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  1. You do realise everything on this wiki is just made up on the spot, don’t you?