Should I stay or should I go?

Lord Ellingson has recently announced, internally, that there are to be some job losses in our corner of the MegaCorp world.  At least, that's what we're assuming he meant by 'reductions in function' and 'streamlining of teams'. 

I think we all knew redundancies were the reason for the specially convened conference call (with no agenda or information in the invite), and our suspicions were confirmed when the phrases turned from 'focus on our expenditure' to 'consultation period'.

Such an announcement is not a total surprise, as we figured that MegaCorp couldn't possibly avoid an opportunity to move on some talented and experienced (read:expensive) staff under the umbrella of 'difficult market conditions'; after all, they'll be able to rehire some graduates or newbies for a fraction of the cost in only a few months when the 'upturn' of the market begins.

It's not clear how at risk myself and fellow non-dims are at; our 'dim' bretheren are on decidedly shaky ground.  However, it's at times like these my thoughts quickly turn to "should I stay or should I go?"

I've previously posted that escaping the 'suck' of the MegaCorp black hole is an extremely difficult task to complete, so if they were to push me out of the door, better yet with a fistful of dollars, would I take the money and run? 
I like the idea of a wedge of cash in the bank, being able to go out into the brave new world and pick up some work, contracting perhaps.  Maybe I could start my own firm?  Maybe I could travel?  My mind soars high, carried by a wind of fantasy and indulgence into a sky of freedom...

But what about the mortgage?  My overall mortgage isn't that huge, in relative terms, and is below the average house price, but it's still a huge slice of my monthly takehome.

BOOM! The port side engine begins to trail smoke.

What if I can't get a business off the ground?

BOOM! The starboard engine coughs, splutters and dies.  We're merely gliding now.

What if I can't get another job or a contract?  What if I'm so institutionalised by MegaCorp that my skills are useless?

CRACK! The airframe creaks and groans; we're nose down now, losing altitude, fast...

What if I can't look after my family? What if the house gets reposessed? How do I explain all of this grief and pain to my son?

BANG! We just hit the ground, and a thousand miles per hour.  My mind plane is totally destroyed.  No survivors.

The fear grips me tightly; I'm scared.  Without even trying, I'm afraid to be split from MegaCorp; the "suck" is as strong as ever.

Ever wonder why battered wives stay with their abusive husbands?   Fear. 
Fear of the unknown, of what's might happen, of leaving the world they know, as painful as it is.

MegaCorp - wife-beater to thousands upon thousands of people.