Van or Cardboard Box?

So, many of you know about the big "merger" going on at my work. Today, I was in a meeting where the merger was the topic. Well, basically my boss spent the whole time trying to convince us that we are valuable snowflakes and our jobs are probably safe, etc etc etc. Well, as he was talking, I started envisioning being homeless. For some reason it played out like a movie in my head. I was sitting in the meeting, listening to the blahblahblah and then fast forward 3 months. I got my walking papers, but wasn't too stressed because I had the usual 60 days. Well, I couldn't find a job, filed for unemployment, couldn't pay my mortgage so my house got foreclosed on, then my car got repossessed, then I had to move in with my sister and put all my stuff in storage. Well, because I couldn't find a job, I couldn't pay my storage bill, so I lost all my stuff. Then, my sister kicked me out and I had nowhere to go. So, I ended up dirty, walking down the street, with ratty hair and no makeup, and living down by the Casino Queen in a big washing machine box.

I imagined this in the hour of the meeting and quite frankly, it freaked me out. I've never been through a merger before, so I have no idea what to expect. I expect the absolute worst. It's crappy. I hope I can make it through this thing without losing my mind, without making my OCD worse, keeping my job, and NOT living down by the Casino Queen.

Well, I'm going to watch Top Chef on my TiVo while I have a TiVo and while I have satellite TV. Dramatic, I know.