The screen glows with a calm, clinical blue. Nurse Collins taps the tablet 47 times, her movements precise, honed by three weeks of mandatory training and the quiet threat of non-compliance reports. She enters the patient’s vitals, confirms the medication dosage, and navigates through 7 different menus to log a routine observation. The system confirms her entries with a polite, almost imperceptible chime. A green checkmark appears. Digital transformation, complete.
She places the tablet back in its charging cradle, walks seven steps to a small rolling cart, and picks up a thick, three-ring binder. The plastic cover is cracked at the spine, its edges softened and grayed by a thousand hands. She flips it open to a tab marked ‘Bed 7’ and, with a ballpoint pen, draws a small star next to Mrs. Gable’s name. Below it, she writes:
“Refused afternoon meds. Says they taste like metal. Mentioned her grandson, David, again.”
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This is the real work. The other thing, the dance with the tablet, is for management.
It’s tempting to get angry about this. It’s easy to stand on the outside and call it resistance, Luddism, a refusal to adapt. I’ve been that person, standing in a boardroom with a beautiful flowchart, explaining with mounting frustration how the new process eliminates inefficiencies, and how the staff just needs to embrace the change. I’ve argued that their personal systems are rogue data silos, a threat to centralized truth. I was so convinced I was right. And I was, in a way. I was just right about the wrong problem.
That binder is not a sign of failure on the part of Nurse Collins. It is a monument to the failure of the $2.7 million system she was forced to adopt. It’s a physical manifestation of a design process that valued an imagined, idealized workflow over the complex, messy, and deeply human reality of patient care.
This is not resistance.
This is resilience.
These are called ‘shadow systems.’ They live in the margins of official corporate architecture. They are the unofficial Excel spreadsheets that actually run the inventory, the shared text threads that coordinate logistics far better than the enterprise software, the Post-it notes that hold the institutional memory of a department. For years, I saw them as problems to be stamped out. Now I see them as artifacts of incredible ingenuity, a form of user-generated design that happens in response to unusable technology. They represent the collective wisdom of the people doing the work, a wisdom that was never consulted.
I was talking about this with a researcher, Owen W., who studies dark patterns in user interfaces. He doesn’t just look at websites that trick you into buying things. He looks at enterprise software that tricks employees into performing their jobs in ways that benefit metrics, not outcomes. He said the binder isn’t a workaround; it’s a ‘desire path.’ It’s the trail worn into the grass where people walk because the paved path is inconvenient. The binder is the desire path of a hospital wing. Its existence proves the beautiful, paved sidewalk of the new software goes nowhere useful.
Paved Path
Desire Path
I made this exact mistake seven years ago. I was leading a small team, and I designed what I thought was the perfect project management system. It was elegant, cloud-based, with color-coded tags and automated reporting that would give us perfect visibility. I presented it with the fiery conviction of the newly converted. My team dutifully used it for about five days. On the sixth day, I noticed the old whiteboard, which I had triumphantly retired to a storage closet, was back on the wall. It was covered in their familiar scrawl, arrows, and inside jokes. The work was flowing again. My system sat dormant, its dashboard a pristine portrait of zero engagement. I was furious. I felt disrespected. It took me months to admit that my ‘perfect’ system was only perfect for one user: me. It solved my need to see everything from a 30,000-foot view, but it added 237 clicks a day to the people actually doing the work.
Top-down design fetishizes the clean dashboard. It craves a single source of truth. But truth is rarely singular or clean. The real, vital information in that hospital wing is that Mrs. Gable thinks her pills taste like metal and she misses her grandson. That context, that humanity, had no field in the 237-item checklist on the tablet. It was unstructured data. It was nuance. So it found a home on paper, where nuance is always welcome.
Designed to Capture Data
The Digital System
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Designed to Care for a Human
The Binder
Understanding this requires a fundamental shift from dictating process to observing it. You can’t learn about the binder in a conference room. You have to be there, on the floor, watching the desire paths form. You have to see the work as it is. It’s often why industrial process improvement is so effective; you watch the physical flow of materials and people. You don’t just ask. You observe. Sometimes that observation is aided by technology that captures the unedited reality of a space. A well-placed poe camera in a warehouse, for example, isn’t there to police workers; it’s there to reveal the dance of forklifts and palettes, to show where the real bottlenecks are, to see the clever workarounds an operator devised that nobody ever thought to write down. It reveals the binder, whatever form it takes.
When you build a system without first honoring the existing, user-created one, you are declaring war on your own experts. The people using the binder aren’t afraid of technology; they live in a world of astonishingly advanced medical devices. They are masters of complex systems. What they reject is bad technology. They reject systems that make their work harder, that strip away context, and that serve the map instead of the territory. They reject tools that don’t respect their expertise.
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That cheap plastic binder holds the million-dollar secrets that the $2.7 million system completely missed.
Management will see the binder and schedule more training. They will issue memos about compliance. They will treat the symptom. But Nurse Collins will keep her pen. She’ll keep adding notes, drawing stars, and tracking the small, vital details of her patients’ lives.