Really, what was I thinking?
A few weeks ago, the bossguy sent around the notice from the Ligue (one of the private non-profit cancer research funding organisations) saying it was grant-writing season for big equipment that could be co-financed. He wanted to know what sorts of things we had in mind.
So I responded that an automated DNA extractor for the diagnostic lab probably fit their criterea and is certainly something we need.
I thought, from the way he put his question, was that he was gathering up our ideas in order to make an executive decision about which one to put forth. After all, we can't send in half a dozen grants, for everything from everyday equipement to the lastest in genomic rocket science, with no rhyme or reason or coordination between them. They can only afford one Christmas present for us: better to send in one perfect request they can't deny than a packet of half-baked ones sure to fail.
I figured he'd get back to us on that. All he asked me was to identify a potential item.
So last Friday he just mentioned in passing I'd be sending in that grant by the deadline, right?
when's that deadline again? Thursday. Great.
missed the duck meeting . . .
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