So late last year Mrs LSWCHP came home from her job with a large Federal Agency, rolled her eyes, and announced that there was going to be a restructure at her office. This was actually not as much of a drama as you might think, because it was the fifth (IIRC) restructure she’d been through in the last twelve months, and she really felt she was starting to get the hang of this restructuring thing.
Anyway, her group of about three dozen people once more dutifully boxed up all their stuff, had an afternoon off while the strong men lifted things, cleared desks, shifted floors, unpacked, picked up their new business cards and office stationary, arranged their dividers, went to meet their colleagues etc etc etc…
Today she came home (eyes bugging this time) and told me that her branch is now being restructured again. But that’s not all folks, this new restructure involves them being restructured back to the structure they had before they were last restructured. I’m not making this up.
I’m reminded of the words of Charlton Ogburn:
“We trained hard, but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams we would be reorganised. Presumably the plans for our employment were being changed. I was to learn later in life that, perhaps because we are so good at organising, we tend as a nation to meet any new situation by reorganising; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency and demoralization.”