What is scope creep? Click here, or see the following extract:
Scope creep refers to a project that has seen its original goals expand while it’s in progress. As the term suggests, scope creep is a subtle process that starts with small adjustments and ends up resulting in projects that take far longer to complete or even fail before they are finished. Even if the project is completed, scope creep can result in final deliverables that look nothing like what was originally envisioned.
Scope creep may also be called creep of scope.
- Death by a thousand cuts
- Boiling a frog
Then you probably have a good idea about what this article is about.
Those of us who work in projects know what scope creep is.
Build me a car. Here are the specifications.
Then five hours before planned delivery date:
Oh, and can the car also have a kettle built in? And it should be blue.
Scope creep also happens in our daily lives.
G in G, can you organise the annual cricket match in a fortnight. Our team captain is on a business trip and can’t organise it.
Sharp intake of breath.
Yes, I will.
(Passive aggressive British “tut” and shrug of shoulders.)
Then two days before said match…
And can you pop over to church to load the cricket kit into the church car?
(Strange, I thought I was organising, not doing…)
Then one day before the match…
Can we [= you] put the TV on in the church so that the cricket players can watch the England games straight after the football match? Can you also let the cricketers know that they need to start one hour earlier? Also, can you come to church on Saturday to mow the church lawn so that the visitors get a good impression of church? [And fourteen other requests.]
So from organising to being literally hands-on.
Voom! Pup! Pup! Pup! Lawnmower starts on a scorching hot, redhead-unfriendly morning. Schatz, patient as ever, is sitting in the shade. Mrs Busybody is standing over me.
Why have I set the blades at this level?
Why don’t I empty the lawnmower bin more often, like I do?
Why haven’t I mown the grass behind the church?
I bite my tongue. I grit my teeth.
I finish the mowing. I come back to Schatz. I turn into stereotypical fiery redhead.
A dictionary’s worth of expletives leave my mouth.
I tell Mrs Busybody:
I have done everything you asked.
I am sorry. I cannot help you any further.
This is a British euphemism for:
Now get lost and leave me alone!!!!!
I head off to cricket and drink a pint of Pimms in the shade.
Have an un-creepy day, won’t you!