This week, the cows practice diffusion of responsibility as a team sport: they have successfully turned corporate oversight into a perpetual motion machine of excuses.

Someone always paves the road. A nod in the meeting, or covering a lie, already puts you in the cover-up.

Pay up; the mule is your stubborn refusal in animal form.

This week, the herd experiments with boundaries; management helpfully rebrands them as growth opportunities.

When the room answers with a diagram instead of a name, responsibility thins until no one owns it but everyone defends it.

If the bill for long-term damage arrives after your window, the room acts like it never happened.