“It is bringing your drunk relative to a party where you need to impress people for work, but 24 hours a day, and your co-workers are the entire world, and some of them have nukes.
It is like expecting a cardboard cutout of a pro wrestler to perform open-heart surgery.
It is like watching a golden retriever try to disable a bomb. The dog can’t determine which is the red button and which is the green button. It can’t see color. It’s a dog, for Pete’s sake. What did you expect?
It is like leaving a horse unsupervised in a room with cake, only the cake is also your child.”