I came up with a long, narrative post today about the latest round of layoffs. It would describe in poetic detail the exhaustion, stress, and sorrow that this economy brings with it. I saw several adults weep openly today as a security guard packed their things for them.

I am sick to my stomach thinking of it, so I will just not. I will say an image burned into my mind was a coworker with his head hung in shame, holding a picture of his wife and kids as he was escorted out of the building. I saw him whisper "i'm sorry" to the picture, and I could see him start to tear up.

Take that as you will.