So, the meeting at which the laid off one of us was to discover the terms of the impending "separation" from the firm was to have taken place this past Tuesday. That morning, less than half an hour before the appointed time, it was rescheduled to today. ("How rude!" I fumed at Bruce. "As rude as firing one of us?" he asked. I had to concede he had a point.) Then yesterday, it was rescheduled to next Monday.
The practical upshot of all this is that we remain in a constant state of stress and worry, since we can't plan for details that we don't know. Our nanny remains completely unaware that anything is wrong, since we don't want to break the bad news while we aren't sure of things ourselves (there is still that one last Hail Mary the laid off one has, though neither of us have much hope that will amount to anything). The laid off one hasn't started job searching in real earnest yet, since again we have no idea of what the firm may be planning.
It's been like being marched up the gallows steps several times, and each time being told, "Oh, no, sorry, it's not your turn. Yet."
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