In cyberspace no one can hear you scream

So, you spend six days working frantically on a large project proposal in order to meet the ludicrous deadline (see previous post), and just as you think that the it's under control and the goal is in sight, someone walks onto the pitch, picks up the goal posts and deposits them in the vicinity of the dug-out. 

43 hours and 13 minutes before the deadline (the email has a time-stamp on it), we're told that (a) we have another week to get things in order and (b) the template we are using to write the proposal has changed. So I've been jumping up and down frantically on the wrong side of the pitch a week early. Mixing metaphors,  while I don't wish to bite a hand that might feed me, I'm still going to scream at it. Fortunate then that in cyberspace no one can hear you scream. 


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