Scorched Earth

They're firing people at my husband's job today. Men and women with 20 years of service are getting the thank-you-and-don't-let-the-door-hit-you-on-the-way-out speech. It's mostly the carpenters and lampers and maintenance and mailroom guys and some of the exhibition workers. The science people, which includes my husband, seem to have survived this round. But now they all get to find out what the world is like for the survivors, the ones who now have to plant flowers in the sorched earth, and act like the holocaust didn't even happen.