(lute and strings, a desolate grand chord)I met a recruiter from an antique landwho said: two vast and headless org charts standupon the desert of a former unicorn,and on the homepage these cold words remainLook on my funding round, ye Mighty, and despair —the foosball table, the kombucha on tap, the air...the all-hands where they promised us the moon...nothing beside remains. They laid us off by June.(beat drops — trap, autotuned rap)My name is Ozymancareer, look on my feed and despairseven hundred connections and a job that isn't thereI was Head of Synergy, I was crushing it, I swearnow the lone and level layoffs stretch far away out thereOpen to work, got the little green ring round my faceposting motivational quotes from a very dark placedelighted to announce I am humbled and excitedto announce I got nothing, the whole sector got blightedMy name is Ozymancareer, look on my feed and despairseven hundred connections and a job that isn't thereI was Head of Synergy, I was crushing it, I swearnow the lone and level layoffs stretch far away out thereBoundless and bare, the lone and level inbox stays,the colossal wreck of my six-figure salad days(lute returns, hollow and slow)...nothing beside remains... but the notifications...
