At one point I was told that I had to do a risk assessment for every piece of equipment in the machine shop. The entire workshop was a restricted area because we worked on military stuff. Outsiders simply could not get in. All of the machines were run by highly skilled (honest!) guys. As, at that time the risk assessment form seemed to be designed to prevent "outsiders" from becoming endangered and/or injured by inappropriate use of a stapler, I was able to write all of the risk assessments, for about 20 odd machines in about an hour.
No doubt the bureaucrats have now closed that particular loophole, and every machine requires 42 pages of bumph.
Yet, the "interior designer" engaged to devise an appropriate colour scheme for the Planning Office, picked a vile bilious, headache inducing colour for a feature wall. Despite everyone complaining about it she was the expert (secret knowledge!) and it couldn't be changed. So we covered it up with drawings and photographs, floor to ceiling wall to wall, she wasn't impressed, poor little thing.
cheers
Bill