I learned pretty early in my career as an agent to be friendly to utter jerks; it’s an essential skill. - Max Barry

“Anyway, my plan. Last week I filed a claim for disability.”
“Disability? For what?”
“Stupidity.”
“Stupidity!”
“Think about it. If I’m born stupid, is that my fault? No, I’m just an honest, hardworking Joe, doing my stupid best. And the company can’t sack people who have a disability. It’s a fact.”
“Wow. That’s clever.”
“Thanks.” He smiles. “See, you just need to know how to work the company.”

You can say this for Senior Management: it knows how to articulate a goal. The strategy may be fuzzy, the execution nonexistent, but Senior Management knows what it wants.

The compound was like a mutant Boy Scout camp: all green tents and vehicles and barrels, smack in the middle of nowhere. He saw a troop of soldiers drilling in a field. They reminded him of high school football players with guns. Then a tank rolled past.
“Shit! What’s that?”
“That is an Abrams M1A battle tank, sir!”
Billy looked around with new respect. Now he understood why the NRA membership fees were so high.