Haunted

He came home from work just like any other day. His face looked a little strained and his eyes betrayed his thoughts as he walked in the door. "What's wrong hun?", said his wife Anne. "They let me go...some bullshit about downsizing. I don't understand, good times or bad, there is always a need for accountants." he said.
Gary had worked for a midsized accounting firm out of Cleveland the past ten years, since he had graduated from junior college. While he wasn't flashy or particularly articulate, he was very steady and workmanlike. Just the traits you would think an accountant would need.
He settled into his recliner in their small living room and flipped on his television. He wanted the noise more than anything else, it helped him think. Anne knew he would need some time to sort things out and then he would come to her and discuss what they were going to do.
She was a good wife, calm and supportive. She knew Gary was a good man and that things would eventually work themselves out. She had seen enough of her mother henpecking her Dad to know exactly what not to do. She retreated into the kitchen to fix dinner while his mind whirled.
"Why? What the hell are we supposed to do? Did I DESERVE this shit?", he thought. Gradually Gary worked through the sting of the dismissal and began to try and see things logically. The company HAD been going through hard times. They HAD already released three junior accountants before this fateful day. Satisfied that the fault didn't lie at his front door, Gary began to plan.
First things first...he needed to update his resume and post it on the internet to get some job offers. They had enough in savings to hang on for about three months if they were careful and Gary was ALWAYS careful. He would just have to handle the jangled nerves of an uncertain income until something broke his way.