Twenty-two years. Exit by email.

Twenty-two years in British television. I worked across almost every major format the company produced. I trained people who are now commissioning editors. I know the schedules, the politics, the history, the mistakes. My redundancy was communicated by email. Not a call first — an email, asking me to join a "consultation meeting" via Teams. By the time I joined that call, I'd already understood from the language what it was. They called it a restructuring. They thanked me for my contribution. They told me there was an EAP available. Twenty-two years. The institutional memory walks out when people like me go, and nobody upstairs thinks that matters until they're in a pitch meeting and nobody can answer a basic question about why a decision was made in 2009.