Back in the day, coal miners would keep a canary with them, because the bird was more sensitive to lack of oxygen or too much carbon dioxide or carbon monoxide than were the miners. If the bird keeled over, the miners knew they needed to beat feet.
Well, our project -- or at least my little area of our project -- has a canary. There is a dude in our suite who probably isn't at his desk 10 minutes out of every hour, and he's actually coding documents even less than that. I got no fucking idea where he goes or what he does, but he is just never fucking there. Unfortunately for him, the two team leads in our suite sit directly across from him and two seats to his right, respectively. Naturally, both have let the firms know that this guy isn't actually doing any work, despite claiming pretty close to the maximum hours. The good news for the rest of us is, no matter how oppressive the firms are during this project, as long as this fuckchops has a job, fucking everybody has a job.
It's comforting. As of Saturday evening, he had not been fired. I'll let you know if things change Monday.
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