A couple of hours down the line, and the "software that does everything" scenario is certainly making unemployment look a lot more attractive.
As the score stands now, our business analyst can't wait to flee (as a matter of principle he doesn't want to terminate his contract, but I think he's reaching a point where he'd gnaw off his own arm rather than sign any extension to it); the last of the original temps is pretty much burned-out from all the changes in direction, backflips and conflicting stories and is waiting for her contract to lapse at the end of the month; my minion might be offered an opportunity to jump ship to Brother of Death Spiral (where they'll at least give her additional training and an opportunity to learn a few more skils in the role they have in mind for her); and, of course, I'm leaving.
In a fortnight's time, the only person left will be the newest temp who's desperate for money but has the least background or familiarity with the ins and outs of Death Spiral.
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