A few months ago I put in this last-minute grant proposal? That I was not at all hopeful about? That I pretty much only did because my boss told me to?
I’m now the Program Director/Principal Investigator of an educational project that got funded to the tune of 2 million dollars.
$2 MILLION, YO.*
Which is nice.
And in the next TWO WEEKS, I have to:
- have my usual patient hours
- write 19 reference letters
- write evaluations and submit grades for my most recent group of students
- put on a workshop for a national meeting in a state far, far away
- sit for my examination for Boards recertification (an every 10 year thing), and, oh yeah,
- implement this TWO MILLION DOLLAR program (it has to start immediately).
Wish me luck.
I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid ...
*I do not actually get to put my hands on any of the money—not even a tiny little slush fund—so do not expect to see me partying with Paris. I do get a new title and, eventually, 50 percent “protected” time, i.e., time I do not have to spend seeing patients. (Which may be tricky, since I already have 60 percent protected time. Perhaps the patients will have to try to fix MY problems 10 percent of the time?)