For the record: I have no problem with delegation. I am, however, exceedingly reluctant to assign important tasks to the brain-dead.
Scene: A cube farm. MINION is sitting at a workstation, picking his nose and examining the results. His finger is headed towards his mouth when KYKNOORD enters, stage left.
KYKNOORD: Have you finished compiling the test results yet?
MINION: Test results? I thought you meant I should draw doodles of unicorns and jerk off under the desk.
KYKNOORD: No, I really do need you to compile the test results.
MINION: Oh. Are you sure?
KYKNOORD’s ulcer and migraine compete for supremacy. They both win.