Ants and Bureaucracy

Recently, John and I were at a local designated park area. While we sat and chatted, we noticed a line of ants, stretching from a cement pillar, across the stone patio and into the forest.
Curious, John began to mess around with them. We noticed that the trail they followed was darkened, almost like it was drawn across the patio. I figured it was probably a scent trail, although I don't work for National Geographic, so that could be inaccurate. John stepped and smeared the trail at one point, to see what would happen.
Mass confusion; by the ants, ensued.
On either side of the disruption, the flow stopped and like a dam in a river, the overflow built up.
We saw a few ants that veered off the trail, wandered around, seeming to be collecting information and returning to the melee. I ventured that these were scouts. Dunno for sure, it sounded good. Wonder what they will do to find their way back to a new trail?
Another test, a small piece of pizza was placed on the trail.  Ants gathered almost immediately, seeming to gorge themselves without care. Wonder what they will do when its all gone?    

Recently; I have been dealing with bureaucracy. Forms, lineups, more forms, interviews; you get the picture.  I was like an ant, lining up, following the flow. But I didn't fit the flow. When I asked for clarification, since none of the questions seemed to apply to my situation, it was like the trail was smeared; the needle screeched off the record.
Thus far, I have not received word from a scout to find my way back to the trail. So I wait, in the melee; off to the side of the main trail.
Up ahead, I can see the piece of pizza. But already I'm thinking; when I reach the pizza and its all gone, then what? Where will I go and what will I do?

Pizza doesn't last forever.  I never wanted any to begin with.