Game over - Redundancy

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 a birthday cake into SEVEN different teams. This apparently means efficiency and agility

Who cares that the stream of new faces, with less responsibility, and no idea have a budget and something you've never heard of: guidance! Yes, guidance, that mysterious phenomenon that wasn't available during your late-night battles with ambiguous tasks. You shouldn't, because you are no longer valid. Game over, it's done!

As the newcomers set sail on their well-guided ships of partial responsibility and enormous budgets, you are left standing on the dock, waving goodbye to the ship named "Lone Ranger."

But don't worry, there is hope!  A layoff before Christmas and during a job decline - they share that they now believe in your talent to navigate the stormy seas of unemployment with a hole in your budget and no life jacket.

But hey, at least there's no micromanagement in the vast ocean of joblessness, right?

Bitter? Angry? Furious? Not much. A pre-mature Merry Xmas my friends!