Note: The following scene is purely imaginary.
Assuming néobureaucratique who wants the function is the ability, and not vice versa, was entrusted to a small boss is responsible for a vast redevelopment premises. A few dozen boxes of files, although solid, are stacked on each other, forming a cube of about a meter of ridge. It is eight o'clock in the morning, and the little boss advises other students that August institution has hired for the holidays, to reclassify all documents.
A productive bureaucrat has little chance of surviving in the wild. (Charles Robert Coulaincourt of Lamarck) Lamarck
Since we know that living organisms, whether plants, animals or bureaucracies, do change, and since Darwin we even know the mechanism of this evolution. The only difference between these three kingdoms of life is that in the bureaucracy, a system weighed down by excess entropy, evolution takes place in reverse: the struggle for survival meant that descends from the ape man and not vice versa. The hallmark of bureaucracies, it is indeed moving towards unproductive. First, a bureaucrat will never dare to hire a junior more competent than he. Hence the principle, duly confirmed by experience, that each generation of small bosses demonstrated productivity level less than or equal to that of the previous one. And if, by accident, the underling was smarter than the fife, the first would be quickly conditioned to match the lowest common denominator (PPCD) on pain of extinction. We may regret this inexorable decline, but it is impossible to avoid. This is what Darwin called natural selection .
Before going further in our scientific approach, it is essential to define clearly unproductive. Since we are studying the tape, reasoning by contradiction seems indeed appropriate to identify properly the concept. Being productive is to produce more with fewer resources, or is producing as much with fewer resources. And unproductive, it's the opposite. There are two kinds of unproductive bureaucrats. On the one hand, there are those that cut their numerous breaks, and seize every opportunity to arrive late and leave early: this is how they manage to reduce their daily production (small boss type I ). On the other hand, there are the bureaucrats who are agitated at dawn and do not leave the yard at nightfall ( small boss type II). These people rely on their utter incompetence to achieve a systemic unproductive. Because they never produce anything, and that they harm rather the work of others, their productivity is the product divided by the work, can only be zero or negative, regardless of the number of hours that 'they devote to their responsibilities. When the numerator is zero, it is clear that the result of a fraction is also equal to zero, regardless of the value of the denominator.
The small boss that we met this morning belongs to this second category. It is early morning, stirred, it is reminiscent of the fable pigeon complaining about the air resistance, which slows its course. The small type II boss takes off virtual whirling into space. Five hours
rang. Young people are just maneuvering to classify the last case. The small bosses that must be deducted a day's work for storing a stack of boxes with the size of a cubic meter from the side.
Another small boss who just met the big boss.
The next day, the movers have left the premises last boxes to classify. This time, the cube is larger. It is about two meters instead of a ridge. While students still sleepy, begin their classification, the little boss, dashing, just the apostrophe. "What are you doing? It is useless. I have other tasks for you. We still have another week to finish everything before school starts. You will rank it next week, there will be plenty of time. "Students stop, without a word, and head in flock to the new workplace that comes from their being assigned. "As you wish, you're the little boss," they say in a whisper.
the evening, I met a student on the terrace of a cafe, he will not leave until very late. After all, it's summer. Throughout the conversation, he tells me his doubts about the task he will perform next week. "We have arranged the first cube of documents in one day. The boss thinks it will take two days to arrange the second cube, which is twice as big. We will do that Thursday and Friday. But me, I fear it is too tight. I do not know why, but I think it will take at least three days or four to do everything. "Beautiful intuition, but I would go even further:" According to me, "I'm out, it will take eight days, and you'll never finish on time unless you get to work tomorrow morning. Your cube is not twice as big, it is eight times bigger. "
Now we need one or two words of a certain Reichelt, whose audacity was matched only by his ignorance of basic laws of geometry, and who died one day in 1912. If he had survived, he would have a small boss postmodern entirely appropriate.
Reichtel had built wings that made him resemble both a raven, a bat and a flying squirrel, and he counted with the aid of this machine, landing in the Champ de Mars, after have plunged since the Eiffel Tower. Legend has it that the bird man was victim of cardiac arrest during his flight, but what is certain is that he fell to the ground.
And the reason is obvious. Suppose Reichtel ten times larger than a flying squirrel. This means that its wings, which are measured in square like any surface, covering an area a hundred times larger than the wings of the flying squirrel. But it also means that Reichtel has a volume a thousand times greater than that of the flying squirrel, ten cubed, and it weighs a thousand times heavier than the latter. A surface of wings a hundred times larger to support a thousand times heavier body? How can we hope to defy the laws of gravity with such a disparity? Mr. Reichtel died of a miscalculation.
But small bosses never die from their mistakes. At worst, they remain small bosses. At best, they are promoted to the rank of average boss.
Thursday. It's two days before school starts. The Students begin the classification of cubic meters of edge of two and eight cubic meters in volume. Shortly before seventeen hours, the little boss shows up, all imbued with his conceit. But his smile suddenly winces when he sees the pile of boxes just begun. The little boss the poor little apostrophe workers. "We'll never finish on time! Tomorrow, you had better apply yourself a bit! "
But the next day, the work is not finished. Or the following Monday, or even a week later. According to the little boss is no longer the workers we had. The average boss and big boss (who, according to the law of evolution species, old small boss) abound in the same direction. We will only hire more these students, who shamelessly take advantage of the system.