I'm struggling a little with survival guilt. That's the best way I can think of to describe it.
We've had another round of layoffs at the company I work for, and I feel bad for the people who are now frantically looking for a job while I still get to sit at my cubicle.
I'm grateful for my job, particularly since I have a wife to support and the very chatty mouth of a little girl to feed, but that doesn't stop me from feeling sorry for those who have to hurriedly polish their resumes.
This kind of thing is ugly for everyone.