Mummyfried

The participation trophy for playing the game of corporate life without a rulebook, a map, or a decent budget is packaged up into a signed documented and a meager financial thanks called Redundancy. The lone ranger is out of commission. After seven years of undying dedication to a company that seemed to thrive on the philosophy of 'No Direction, No Budget, confused with micromanagement and thousands of ridiculous rewrites came - the role, and the person suddenly to a screaming halt. The late nights that had become friends were now waving goodbye, the fun weekends that had become myths were going to come back, the 14-hour day - over, done, no more. The sweetest cherry on top of this professional sundae was the reminder from higher-ups and the incompetent replacement higher than you, that you were in their eyes, after all the years of delivering, aiding mergers, profits, and recognition, about as competent as a fish riding a bicycle. So what that your role was carved up like