Reel it in, people, this fishing trip is almost over

End of days people -- this swordfish is almost on the deck. I've rolled a few bones, studied some chicken innards and all kinds of other weird shit they do in the movies to see the future, and I am predicting that the absolute drop-dead date for this project -- for the temps, at least -- is Sunday. With about 300 temps still on this thing, I'm guessing most of them will be cut Thursday. A bunch will be kept around a few more days for some clean-up work -- I will be one of them -- but Sunday, the whip comes down, they thank us for all our hard work then tell us not to let the door slap us in the ass on our way out. Naturally, they won't tell us anything ahead of time, so I could be wrong, but no one will know it until the cuts come. The firms aren't even telling the agency anything. Yes, that makes them dicks, but that's OK -- if the project isn't ending this week, the firms are fucked because everybody thinks it is and is looking for projects to jump to. If this thing keeps going, it's going to be pretty shorthanded. Ah, poetic justice.