same here. The joint I was on-staff at did well for a few years, then the shit hit the fan, and I ejected myself and became free (agent I guess). The joint became bat shit crazy and I couldn't take it anymore as I was becoming bat shit crazy trying to make sense of crazy.
That scene was for me.
orgs spit out staff about the same way machine guns spit out spent casings
and then the lone ranger picks up the brass and repacks 'em with cordite and silver slugs and ships 'em off to esmb...