Hum Drum

There must be an official industry term for this:

Trapped in a high salary, crap boring job that is the same every hour, day, week, year. Too scared to leave, too frightened to speak up in case of the dreaded "sideways career move" to another part of the company.

At one point we, "the team", were the best of the best. We were looked upon in great esteem and revered in the highest eschelons of the corporate infrastructure. We were like gods, paving the golden road ahead in the world of remote PC fixes, "the best of the best". Our names were engraved upon the wooden toilet seats of our directors and fanfares were sounded when our names were spoken in meetings.

I was their DemiGod. The bringer of light, chief fighter against evil and the writer of the holy and sacred batchfiles. Life was good. Work was a laugh, EVERY DAY! and it was real good fun.

"The light at the end of the tunnel just turned out to be the screen of another broken PC……."

How did it all turn into this rat-shit?