Leave a Job you Hate

forced retirment

In real life, the HR people realized that I was suffering a near nervous breakdown and put me on sick leave until they could find me another post within the organization, and my supervisors neither apologized nor admitted they might just have been at fault.

In my fantasy, I am the star of a video accompanying a seething, grinding song which depicts the torment of a monochrome wage zombie trundling stuff up and down a dingy warehouse, until the end of the song where, by dint of sheer cosmic outrage, the building collapses around me and I am left standing triumphantly in the rubble screaming and making an appropriate gesture at the demise of the corporate slavedrivers.

Hmm. Sounds not a bad idea, actually. ;)