Things are pretty tense around the project these days. Everybody knows that we're going to get a decision soon on whether hours and/or people will be cut. For the folks who need the overtime just to pay the bills, disappointment is almost inevitable. It seems really unlikely that the 60-hour cap will stay in place, which makes the best-case scenario not very good.
On top of that, there is a huge snowstorm forecast for Wednesday night, almost certainly big enough to force us to miss Thursday and probably even Friday, an hours cut put in place by a combination of Mother Nature and candy-ass bureaucrats. Because the law firm we are working for sets its snow policy by what the federal government does, we are subject to the decisions of the wimpiest, limp-dickiest, most risk-averse bunch of fuckheads the planet has ever seen. Add in the holiday Monday -- this law firm takes all of the federal holidays, and then some -- and I might be looking at a five-day weekend. Unpaid, of course. Fuck me.
Look on the bright side. Maybe if they cut people instead of hours, 1) it won't be me that gets cut, and b) it'll be some dickweed I don't like. So that could still happen.
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