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Oct. 29th, 2002 11:23 amI'm done with the grant.
Ordinarily, that would be cause for rejoicing. But the grant itself isn't quite done - it's due by close of business today, it's supposed to be in the hands of a courier by noon, and it's not done. It's driving me crazy not to be there for the last running-around minutes, helping finish it... but this is my clinic day, and I had a patient scheduled for 11am, which meant that I had to leave Baltimore to drive to the DC suburbs by 10:15.
My client called just as I walked into the clinic. She can't make it today, can we reschedule for Thursday? I don't have another client until one. I could have stayed with the grant for another two hours.
I could still be there now. I could be standing over Lydia snatching sections out of her hands to put in the references and get the damn thing done. I could be copying everything onto official NIH Continuation Pages. I could be writing in the page numbers by hand and copying everything into neat packets for the courier. Instead I'm here in the clinic with no one to see, apprehensive and impatient.
I called Lydia to see if there was anything she wanted to e-mail me to work on. Nope. She had someone helping her - Angela, the no-nonsense woman who's going to administer the grant. I have to trust Angela to get Lydia to get the grant out. I have to trust. I have to relax. Lydia will get the grant out.
I'd just feel so much better if I could be there until the end.
Ordinarily, that would be cause for rejoicing. But the grant itself isn't quite done - it's due by close of business today, it's supposed to be in the hands of a courier by noon, and it's not done. It's driving me crazy not to be there for the last running-around minutes, helping finish it... but this is my clinic day, and I had a patient scheduled for 11am, which meant that I had to leave Baltimore to drive to the DC suburbs by 10:15.
My client called just as I walked into the clinic. She can't make it today, can we reschedule for Thursday? I don't have another client until one. I could have stayed with the grant for another two hours.
I could still be there now. I could be standing over Lydia snatching sections out of her hands to put in the references and get the damn thing done. I could be copying everything onto official NIH Continuation Pages. I could be writing in the page numbers by hand and copying everything into neat packets for the courier. Instead I'm here in the clinic with no one to see, apprehensive and impatient.
I called Lydia to see if there was anything she wanted to e-mail me to work on. Nope. She had someone helping her - Angela, the no-nonsense woman who's going to administer the grant. I have to trust Angela to get Lydia to get the grant out. I have to trust. I have to relax. Lydia will get the grant out.
I'd just feel so much better if I could be there until the end.
