The swordfish is on the deck -- again

This project has died more times than I can count, but I think this time it's for real. How can I tell? I am blogging behind enemy lines from my own desk -- they turned on internet access at our desks because there is no work but they want us here just in case. Just in case of what, I have no idea. About 250 people got cut loose last night, leaving about 80 of us on hand in case some fire drill arises. Mostly, we're sitting around, watching that swordfish on the deck gasping for air. Not pretty.

We're here, but the swordfish looks terrible

The swordfish isn't on the deck, but it's been pulled up alongside the boat, gaffed and ready to be hauled aboard. The only question is when. If anyone knows, they aren't saying, but I think the life remaining in this project is now measured in days, if not hours. Of course, I've thought that before.