Fading into nothing

Today I have already run the emotional gamut from amused to bitterly disappointed and back again. I have managed to make myself cry. Twice. I typed up a job description for my new job that isn't a promotion and even more strictly limits my options with this corporate entity, all in exchange for a chance to look a four brand new walls, but more of the same general bullcrap work and bullcrap politics. I watched a bunch of departing colleagues be recognized for their "contributions", while my name wasn't mentioned - very few people have even muttered a congratulatory word in my direction for this "amazing new opportunity" (which I now have to reference sarcastically because this job, it is becoming very clear, is neither "new", nor much of an "opportunity") - and then watch as two people were thanked for putting on the office party that several of us worked through lunch to help decorate for yesterday. I knew that was going to happen, but it hurt just as much as I expected and I wasn't able to fight back my resentment, as much as I tried. I should know my role by now, shouldn't I? Maus, the Invisible and Expendable. She works hard, so you don't have to.