Batten down the hatches

Sorry I didn't answer your text right away the other night.
It was 5PM, but I was in the middle of sleeping before having to go to work at midnight for my usual grave shift at the NOC, so I went back to sleep, eventually.
After work, when I called you to check in and see how you were doing. I knew I'd be in your shoes within months, myself.

Over the last few weeks, it was becoming evident that my job was going to be outsourced.
All of the warning signs were there, now that I think of it.
Best information I had before yesterday said 12 - 18 months at least before everything could possibly be transitioned.
We had a meeting yesterday for what we thought was going to be a status report on how the outsourcing project was progressing. In a way, I was rooting for the project to succeed at the very least so I'd have a clear idea of how much longer I would have to find another job.
I arrived at the office an hour early even though I don't even work on Thursday and my co-worker showed me an email from the CEO referencing staff cuts.
Still, I wasn't worried yet. I should have been.
The meeting ended about as quickly as it began.
Greeting pleasantries aside, seconds passed before words like termination agreement, gastronomic euphemism and standard consolatory statement ensued.
One by one, we met with our supervisor to discuss details of the termination.
Up until yesterday, I had felt relatively immune to the economic turmoil that's been brewing as of late, but it would seem the exact opposite has become the case.

I still have to read through all of the termination paperwork, but I've got a few days to deal with it. Like you said in your text to me, I'm still in shock.

I know tons of people go through this kind of thing on a daily basis...yourself included.

I'm afraid and optimistic at the same time. Certainly thankful for what I still have, it is difficult to remain fully at ease when the state I'm living in is about to claim insolvency...rough times ahead, me thinks.
Batten down the hatches.