Thursday, January 31, 2008

As I read our project management professional training text in class today I was gripped by a sudden chill and aching heart. It occurred to me, the relentlessly drab language. The repetitiveness. The preoccupation with documentation, with process, with exhaustive steps and procedures. Inputs, tools and outputs. The obsession with outcome that's in scope with plan, the outcome being a product, a service, or, sinisterly, a result. The inarguable mandate intimated by the charter. The enormity of whatever task it must have been to drive its performers to the codify these methods in every possible combination, covering every conceivable circumstance, over hundreds of soul-obliterating and life-negating pages. It occurred to me, this was the project plan for the Holocaust, abstracted from its particulars.

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