I want to crawl back to bed, pull the doona over my head and hide from this cruel, cruel world.

Stupid idiotic bureaucratic fools expect us to knock up a decent proposal in a weekend?!!! After we've been after them since January to let us know when the thing was due, the requirements and what criteria we should be addressing, of which I only just got a copy of on Friday?!!

I wish I had Kell's chutzpah. She'll walk in there and give them hell for giving us such short notice and demand an extension, while polite I would go in there, smile very nicely and walk out with no extension.

This sucks.