Another "re" + verb word, but one near and dear to my heart.
I worked for a software company for almost 20 years, and in that time we reorganized about that many times. Maybe more, I lost count after a while.
Reorganizing is a sort of game of musical chairs. The music starts and everyone starts walking around the organization chart until the music stops, after which there’s a mad scramble for everyone to find a place to sit. Someone always ends up without a chair, after which the announcement letter telling of the change says that Joe Blow is "pursuing other opportunities." Meaning he’s been walked out of the building by Security carrying his personal property in a box.
There were a couple of times when, I swear, I reported to someone I had never met. In fact, neither I nor the manager in question had any idea that we were in a working relationship. I usually found out when I went to turn in my timesheet and the person to whom I had always given it would say, "you need to bring these to (insert name of unknown manager’s administrative person here) from now on." When I would ask where the new person was located, the response was invariably a shrug that said "sorry, not my job." So, I’d call the person whose name I was given, ask them where they were located so that I could bring them my timesheet. Their answer was "wait, who is this?" and "who told you to bring it to me?" I’d see someone I worked with and, before I could ask them, they would ask "who gets our timesheets now?"
I finally learned the trick to dealing with that situation: hold on to my timesheets until someone called to demand to know why I hadn’t turned them in, or until the next reorganization, whichever came first.