He saw it coming and didn't tell me about it because he knew I'd worry, but he fell asleep the night before thinking about what on his desk he'd have to pack up if he were escorted out. I would have stayed up all night thinking about who the first person I could call to crash in their basement would be.
All evening the Bubba was really sad. Something akin to survivor's remorse as near as we could reckon. And it was of the end of a stressful situation without the relief that we had dodged another bullet. Thankfully the newly laid off people that we are close to both have spouses/soon-to-be-spouses that have jobs that are (for the moment) secure, but that doesn't seem to lessen the blow too much.
I was chatting with my Irish friend who lives in Barcelona (hi Tracey!), and even at her job three people (of the not very many that work there) were recently let go. She's feeling lucky to have a job right now too.
It is frustrating that we don't know the criteria the higher-ups are using to decided where the ax will fall. Many of the people from yesterday's massacre were either the Bubba's level or Senior Associates. If they were good enough to be promoted to Senior Associate, one would think that they would be exempt. But then again, maybe people in the Bubba's level know the same stuff and just aren't getting paid as much to do it.
We are so thankful for our lifestyle. We live very well within our means. We don't spend money on unnecessary (not awesome) things, we have very simple needs, and we are very happy. I love being able to be home with Lucy and teach her and watch her grow. The Bubba loves going to work and figuring things out and getting lost in his head.
And now I'm looking over the want ads just in case the other shoe drops. As far as I can tell, it can at any time.