Part of a special task force assembled to fix my own errors. Volume, volume, volume - wholesale errors. Jobs are social traps. Sitting on the floor of your cubicle with papers spread around you looks very ‘special projects.’ I could walk around all day carrying one piece of paper - stepping hard - a serious look on my face - I could do that all day, and people would think I was ‘about something.’ They’d offer to help. They’d fall in behind me. If they asked what was up, and I didn’t tell them, they’d assume it was really bad, and they’d just follow - with determination. They’d figure that when we stopped walking, the truth would be there.