My side yard has a large pile of tree limbs and twigs, detritus from a recent pruning of the two big trees in the front yard. Knowing that the garbage trucks come tomorrow, I went out this morning and stuffed my yard waste bin to the brim with carefully mangled sprigs, stems and shoots, bent and broken to fit the dumpster. When the bin could hold no more, I wheeled it to the curb and looked back at my pile of pruning debris. Which looked not even a little smaller.
The parallel to my efforts at work has not escaped me.