That's what the Tin Man was singing about...I get it...

Now normally I tend to think that every single last person on this spinning orb of essential nutrients and minerals has the opportunity to be right as much of the time as they can be wrong, however, as it turns out, this simply is not the case at all. There are many individuals among us that are just plain wrong all the time and show virtually no sign whatsoever of rectifying this sad state of affairs. One would suppose that over time, these individuals would clue in but NOOOOOOOO!! Uh uh...in fact, they seem hell-bent on pushing the envelope even further by going out of there way to be even more wrong that they have ever previously been before. Now I applaud effort, determination, and faith in oneself...even if it is to be wrong. But for the love of Joseph, Mary, Jesus and the wee donkey too...get it together!!! How many walls can you run into before you realize you're standing in a square room and it's time to find another?? Four is the correct answer...WAIT!!! STOP THE PRESS!!! These dolts have found a fifth wall or so I have been lead to believe...for what other possible explanation can there be??? Riiiiighhhhhht...they're managers...forgot that one, I admit. SEE!!! I just was wrong and by recognizing my error, I have made things right again...IT CAN BE DONE!!!!! Alas, not by these hapless shifty mo-fos it would appear. The crew and I were to assemble a simple structure which involved a bit of tricky steel manipulation involving some creative thought, quite a bit of elbow grease and a blowtorch. No problem...let's consult the blueprint and see what we have to work with (it was in a rather confined space with a whole bunch of elaborate stuff hooking up to it that I will not elaborate upon...). Fearless Leader said we were wasting time and that we could just go inside the cramped area and begin to cut away the steel as was needed. Relentless as always, we ignored his advice and proceeded to read the blueprint anyway. This infuriated Fearless Leader, who then pointed out the area in which we were to be in, and said to hustle along. Poor poor Fearless Leader...he was pointing to an electrical outbox...that was 3 feet square...and on the ceiling. The blueprint was upside down, of course, and he failed to notice that along with failing to notice the 600 L tank of diesel fuel that was on the other side of the steel beam we were to be cutting into...2 inches away to be exact (boy, those blueprints are mighty accurate suckers, aren't they??) And you thought the Canada Day fireworks were a sight to behold? Needless to say, the firework show was put aside and all's well that ends well. And Fearless Leader's reaction to his teeny-weeny little oversight? "What a bunch of wise-asses...you must all think you're pretty smart." Wellllll...maybe just this once...dumbass.