The Efficiency Trap: Why We Build Towers of Paper
We have a habit of confusing speed with progress. For over a century, we have been haunted by two economic ghosts: Jevons and Baumol. Jevons taught us that when we make something more efficient, we don’t use less of it; we use vastly more. We make LED bulbs, and instead of saving electricity, we light up the entire Las Vegas skyline. We make computers cheaper, and instead of working less, we embed chips into disposable shipping tags. We are not savers; we are ravenous consumers of whatever becomes cheap.
Then comes Baumol to ruin the party. He observed that while technology makes gadgets cheaper, the things that require human presence—like a string quartet or a teacher—become hideously expensive. You can’t make a violinist play four times faster to keep up with the software engineer's salary, so the price of art and education inevitably climbs.
This brings us to the tragedy of the modern office. Since 1997, the productivity of the British civil service has been a flat line. We have gone from fax machines to AI, yet we produce no more "output" than we did when the internet was a novelty. Why? Because of what we might call a "Jevol"—a grotesque hybrid. We use digital efficiency not to do more work, but to perform more bureaucracy. Each email now needs a dozen recipients in the CC field; each Zoom call requires five times the headcount. We are drowning in a sea of performative labor.
This is the darker side of our evolution: we use our most advanced tools not to liberate our time, but to expand the scope of our own irrelevance. We have the technology to solve complex problems, yet we use it to hold mandatory training sessions on "transgender anticolonial sustainability." We aren't failing to be productive because we lack the tools; we are failing because we are tribal creatures who love the status of the office more than the reality of the work. If we don’t find a way to stop the Jevol from devouring our institutions, we will simply continue to build taller, more expensive towers of paper until the whole thing collapses under the weight of its own administrative boredom.