Things are not going well.
Right now only one of us can work most jobs and only one of us is still interested in completing a Ph.D. Unfortunately, the one who is still interested in completing a Ph.D. is also the only one that can work most jobs.
Both of us, however, are currently underemployed, which means that we are not making ends meet, it is structurally difficult (and getting moreso) to try to make ends meet, and we are very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very tense with each other in response to the crisis.
So it looks (after lots of very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very tense discussion) as though what we need to do is leave the country and hope that it will be better somewhere else.
I don’t know whether this means “for a while” or this means “forever,” but it basically seems that we’re leaving in June unless God turns out to be real, knocks on our door personally, and tells us we’ve won the New York State lottery despite our never having entered it in the first place.
Basically, tough times right now. Everything is crap and nobody is happy. Dreams are busy being shattered and people around us are busy not understanding why. One big component of the “why” is that not everyone has been “affected” by the economic crisis yet. We appear to be somewhere in the middle of the pack, time-wise.
I presume that those who are bewildered will learn soon enough that times are tough. I can only hope that many of those we’ve had to deal with will go out of business, lose their jobs, have to fire their employees, and will starve to death with tears streaming down their faces in existential, life-ending regret.