I love Dilbert. I love Dilbert.

Have I told you that I love Dilbert?

Dilbert was single-handedly responsible for the highlight of my most uneventful career.

One day, in the obscure office of an unknown company which shall remain anonymous (although mentioning it will strike no chord, ring no bell, and turn no head), I was asked to write The Mission Statement.

Because of my firm belief that mission statements are a reflection of sheer stupidity and writing them is an act of utter futility, I was at a loss. I suspect my boss was also at a loss, and rather desperate for inspiration, because nobody in the right frame of mind would ask me to come up with one in the first place.

Frustrated and slightly nauseated, I went straight to the Dilbert website and found God's gift to office workers - a Mission Statement Generator. You could click on it, and it would randomly generate sentence after sentence of gibberish of at least three syllables. Satisfied, I picked one and plunked it into a document and sent it to my boss.

Needless to say, he was quite impressed.

And thus, companies and mission statements are born.