Firing is horrible. It's always creates uneasiness. Some more colleagues got fired last week. I have been rejected several times for jobs, schools, and girls but not yet ejected from any (ehm, maybe the last one). So this is my learning experience, a process of maturity I guess. I don't worry so much about the aftermath, because you can always do something else, but the shock of the moment. That's why I don't like horror movies, I don't like to be (stupidly) scared when I am least prepared.
This may not be a surprising attitude for everybody else but I am loosing my innocence towards corporate America. For me it looks like a soulless business machine. A machine that, when it's out of oil or fuel, will just spit out it's own parts and eventually slowly crankyly self-destruct itself without remorse. The upside of all this is, it makes us more humble toward other workers and increases solidarity as fellow human beings. That's probably what the CEOs of the big three car makers felt yesterday when they had to ride in their own hybrid cars, instead of private jets, for hundreds of miles to DC to ask for help. Hang in there everybody, we are probably not in the bottom yet.