I asked our head of HR if she could look at redundancy when I was leaving London in 2002 after 14 years of working for them. I knew they had no real plan to replace me locally instead absorbing a lot of my work in our other offices.
She laughed and told me to fúck off. Literally. She was Irish of course so we were able to speak freely with each other.
How we laughed that night at the leaving drinks in The Chapel.