The Footfalls of the Hellhounds Grow Ever Closer

Another Project That Wouldn't Die is back.
This time my boss dropped the ball, not letting anyone know we had gotten the "ding" letter about five weeks ago.
This place is like a transient hotel, don't even bother unpacking. Take the paychecks while they last, let the principals dig the grave. Don't get your own hands dirty.
Not to sound too dark; but things are really negative around here right now.

(P.S. Many, many thanks to Mister JT for his suggestions on my resume.)