It's not work that makes it work.

"The Economy" has affected me.

The back of the room at work is dark. Three people I've worked with for the past three years are gone. The whole department I started in is gone.

I'm supposed to feel some kind of survivors' guilt or something.

I do not feel guilty that I am still there. I'm actually feeling pretty angry that now I have to do that department's work plus my own*. Or maybe the anger is just the second stage of greif.

*I feel very bad for the individuals, of course.