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ah, nothing like an entire weekend spent in the basement amidst a desk full of scribbled notes, praying for the fax to ring and print up those desperately needed support letters which you'll still have to translate from Ukrainian into English using your pathetic Russian, as you reach over and spill coffee on the random pieces of paper encircling you that have important ideas you had at 3 am which you managed to scrawl illegibly in a fury of grant planning, dizzied by the numbers you crunched up to eat up those last $16 under the budget limit and worrying about that cost sharing percentage and if we'll get burned in an audit cause you've fudged it to make us look better, hoping that your formulas all balance out in the end cause it would be another sleepless night trying to find that one place where you typed *5 instead of *.5 and still you're trying to ignore the good weather outside, zooming in on your monitor intensely, just hoping that the words you are looking for come flurrying by so you can quick type them in and save before the next boom of thunder lands a big electric bolt into some transformer somewhere, forcing your power to flicker and the last three hours of work disappear into thin air because you haven't saved in what feels like the past ten minutes but in fact it's been four hours that you've been stuck here, a work-a-holic zombie, in the granting zone...
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