From time to time I like taking a break.
I think it’s more to do with proving to myself that I’m not addicted to social media.
That I can get along fine without Twitter and Blogging for a couple of months.
It also ensures I don’t get stuck in a rut.
BPM is an everlasting love story. You’ve probably heard it all before…
Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy finds out that the girl is trying to implement a set of business processes in the organization.
Girl meets boy, girl likes boy, girl sees great potential in boy.
Boy offers to build business process for her. He offers her a future together.
Boy meets girl’s father, father is not impressed with boy, let’s see results he says.
Boy works hard, boy works very hard, trying to please her father.
Girl likes the attention, girl likes the pretty process, she also likes to change her mind all the time on the way the process should flow.
Boy works harder, boy does his best to please the girl.
Girl’s father gets annoyed, he often points to the schedule gantt and the financial budget and snorts.
Girl sees daddy angry and gets upset. Daddy has a weak heart she says.
Boy works even harder, boy does his best to please the girl and her father.
Boy’s father gets involved. Don’t do all the work he says. I’m only paying for our costs of the wedding. If they want the bride to sit on an elephant then they should pay for it.
Boy starts to panic, girl starts to cry, boy’s father puts his foot down, girl’s father starts to yell.
Boy’s father stops yelling. Girl’s father stops yelling. Best of friends. Girl is also very happy.
Boy starts the process design. Boy turns into a man. His first grey hairs appear.
A sub-process is born, then another, then another.
Man can’t remember the last time he had a good night’s sleep. Lots of configurations and tweaks, Lots of responsibility. Lots of worries.
Years go by…
Then one day, one of the sub-processes tells him he has met a girl, a nice girl, a girl that is trying to implement a set of business processes in her organization.
The man looks at the boy quietly,
Good luck he says… you’ll need it…