Another MBA-type coworker starts drafting me into his own initiatives. They actually were essential to the stuff we did running at all, but apparently no one actually knew that.
I overwork for a while. Eventually I get pretty burnt out and I stop being able to work at a supranormal pace. Coworker/pseudo-PM gets mad and starts badmouthing me to my actual manager. I get butthutt since I'm working 10x harder than anyone else on my project yet I'm being harassed constantly.
Eventually I have enough savings that I stop caring about getting fire. In my mind, management had unreasonable deadlines, so I began to rely on myself to decide what a reasonable level of output was. I start doing about 4 hours of work a day and stop caring about anything beyond my "daily minimum".
I started to get in really good shape, since I'd constantly sneak to the parking lot and do laps or run to the gym when no one was looking. I started returning to my religion and started reflecting a lot, and really meditating on the situation. I realized that I was being punished for my pride and arrogance and became a much more humble person.
Instead of working hard on my own work to glorify myself, I would focus on making my team members as helpful as possible. Since I was fine losing my job, I was also fine jumping on basically any metaphorical grenade for any reason and absorbing political fallout.
Eventually my entire team was absolutely in love with me, except my pseudo-PM, the MBA coworker, and my actual manager. I realize they are all just stressed out folks trying to make a living. The Pseudo-PM seems mad at me for some reason, and constantly complains about me while the rest of my team talks about me as if I am a saint. Soon pseudo-PM is let go from the company.
Eventually the whole project just gets transfered to another manager, who has reasonable expectations and seems to look out for his employees. Now life is pretty good. It was just a really surreal experience.