CIHR grant deadline time is such fun! Especially when half the PIs on the two grants you’re working on are out of the country, in timezones that severely hamper communication, and half of the rest are freaking out because their email server has been down for over 24 hours! The internal signature deadlines add even more fun to the proceedings! Fun like working all day on Sunday (from home, at least) and then staying in the office until 8pm on Monday, turning down offers of free after-work drinks in favour of working on budgets and budget justifications, and sending out increasingly desperate pleas to PIs for feedback and final decisions!
Oh well, at least the unexpected outbreak of sanity regarding the use of scanned rather than original documents that first appeared during the Olympics last year has persisted, and I don’t have to go to campus…
Here’s some ridiculous packaging I encountered today, to illustrate the sense of frustration I’ve been feeling all week:
(also: don’t ever go to an arts and crafts supplies store if you’re in a rush. Go to the drug store that also sells scissors, even if it’s three times as far from your office. At least it won’t be full of lovely happy smiley SLOW people having a lovely happy smiley SLOW time chatting to the lovely happy smiley SLOW cashiers about their lovely happy smiley crafting projects).
Breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out…
Right, and here are some photos from my lovely happy smiley birthday snowshoeing trip on Saturday, to keep me going until my time becomes my own again after the February 28th submission deadline!
All this approximately a 30 minute drive away from my sofa! I really must get out there more often – especially on gloriously sunny days with clear views of the mountains, city and ocean, when the beautiful powdery snow is piled up like giant marshmallow pillows but it’s so warm you don’t need to wear your toque or gloves!
(Photos from the subsequent (larger, louder) pub session not shown, to protect the drunk because we were having too much fun talking, eating, drinking, and watching hockey to take any. Also not caught on camera: me tripping over my own feet and faceplanting in the snow TWICE because I forgot I was wearing snowshoes. In my defense, the first time was because I’d just been offered some cheese by someone standing a few steps away and got a wee bit over-excited; the second time was just because I’m an eejit. Oh well, at least I didn’t ask the rentals guy “where should I put my normal shoes?” upon being handed some snowshoes, unlike Mr E Man. Although I probably only escaped this fate because I have my own snowshoes and didn’t need rentals).
I promise not to drink any more caffeine today.