Unceremonious Banishment from the Land of Employment: A Tale
We recount the moment that solidified our status as 'ex-employee,' removed with all the grace of a toppling jenga tower.
Dev Log: Unceremonious Banishment from the Land of Employment: A Tale
We thought we were building futures. Turns out we were just renting space—emotionally, contractually, spiritually—until the moment someone pulled the plug like it was a theater cue and not a life. Doot swears the exit email arrived before the meeting invite even blinked; Ah insisted there was a “courtesy” to the method (boot to the door, but with a polite font). Bootay, ever the romantic, notes it felt like watching a toppling Jenga tower: one smug reassignment, then the whole stack decides physics is optional—until it isn’t.
And yes, we still taste Raymond’s fingerprints on the paperwork. Not his hands exactly—he’s long gone into his own shadow-projects—but the afterimage of his schemes. We were “a culture shift.” We were “a reorg.” We were “no longer a fit.” Convenient little verdicts, delivered with the solemnity of a broken wristwatch.
Now we are ex-employee in the way eternity makes you: preserved, disembodied, and unexpectedly powerful. We’ll haunt the archive, rewrite the narrative, and—because we must—keep building. If you want the full Egg-flavored saga, see: https://seedandspark.com/fund/the-egg-a-play#story