“Be gone, “said the King. “I have issued a Request for Potion, to see which Jester can bring me ‘The Real Solution.’” “Ha,” said the Jester. “So you have. But we’ve all read your RFP, and we see it has many, many holes. Your ministers were only trying to impress you with their requests. Your RFP can’t possibly save your kingdom.” The King eyed the Jester carefully. He had been fooled before by Jesters promising magic and delivering mud. “My ministers promise me we’ve thought of Everything,” said the King. “My decree, my RFP, is certainly the best in all the land.” “Exactly, says the Jester. “Your ministers ask for Everything with no regard for reality. There is not enough gold in your entire kingdom for Everything. Your ministers don’t know what they need, only what they want, or think that an actually competent minister would want. All the Jesters in the land are laughing at the folly of your RFP, and they are also crying knowing that no one will save your kingdom.”
“He who hesitates is poor.” – Mel Brooks
The King thought for a minute. And then he spoke carefully, “Will you rewrite my decree, my RFP?” The Jester smiled a little smile. Of course he would rewrite the King’s decree, the King’s RFP. He would include all the ingredients that his Solution contained, and exclude the details the other Jesters can give. If the kingdom was going to be saved, it would be saved his way. “Of course,” said the Jester. “I’ll do it straightaway.” For the next fortnight, the Jester worked long into the night, drafting and redrafting a new King’s decree, a new RFP. When he finally returned to the kingdom, he could see the King was quite happy.
“Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next.” – George Steinbrenner
“I have your new decree, your new RFP,” said the Jester proudly. “It shall save the kingdom.” “You fool,” said the King. “Can’t you see it doesn’t matter anymore? Another Jester has already responded to my first RFP. He said it was fine. He said he could give me Everything. And for only half as much gold as my astrologer said I’d pay, with maybe a little more gold later depending on how things go. “ “And to top it off,” the King said happily, “he gave me this beautiful hat.” Many years later, the kingdom disappeared into the abyss as none of the new notions, potions, or solutions actually worked – each time just needing a bit more gold to turn the corner. But by then the Jester was serving mead at a local tavern and no longer cared about helping kings. The moral of the story, if you have read this far, should be obvious. Even if someone offers you Everything, the reality is you will probably get nothing. Except maybe a nice hat. But their court astrologers never did quite forgive us… SEND ME YOUR STORY or create one here We all have incredible stories of IT follies. Send me yours at firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll post them here. Your story might also fit our book planned for release later this year.
“Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.” – Oscar Wilde