So, let me tell you a story.
So the British East India Company has these ships right? And the reason
they have these ships is because there’s a land better reached by sea which
has this stuff. And they know if they can find the item that will cause
those living with the stuff to give up the stuff, they can go back on their
ships to where they live and sell the stuff for more things. There are also
passenger boats and sometimes, y’know, human cargo can be profitable but not
so much as goods. Anyhow eventually the BEIC realizes they need to expand
their harbor. There aren’t enough piers for all the boats they’ve
purchased, and so goods are sitting out in the water, waiting to dock,
rotting. Sailors are unhappy, it’s just a mess. So they go to the queen,
cause everything belongs to her, and the queens like I have to run a
country, let the head of your company do it. And the heads like I’m
shipping stuff dude, have my deputy take care of it. And the deputy’s like
I’ve been preparing to take his job all my life, what do I know about
expanding a harbor. I better consult someone. So they go fine someone with
a lot of charm who dresses well to consult on the proposed job and he’s
like, no way I can do all the work necessary, I gotta bring in like fifty
people, and the deputy’s like whatever, what do I know. So he puts together
a team and they go about their business but there’s just so much work,
everyday something tedious doesn’t get done. So they’ve got a plan
together, but they notice there’s sawdust and ink everywhere, nothing is
stored in a proper place, and things are just in general disarray. The
consultant goes, I know, aren’t those kids at Oxford starved for work, they
wouldn’t mind doing this crap. And that’s what I do. This crap.
