Bob worked toward one goal, and one goal only; be chaotic. He was not well liked, even his dog despised him, but this bothered him little. He was working toward his goal.
At his desk, Bob stared at lines of code day in and day out all the while, thinking of ways to be chaotic at work.
“I’ve got it!” Bob said, one Thursday morning. Soon he was tapping keys and rewriting essential lines. He cackled with sinister glee as he updated the source.
He looked at the clock on his phone, “4 minutes slow and no one will ever know.”