You've got nine thousand online entries looking up at you, ostensibily screaming Notification and Wages but mostly kicking you in the frontal lobes with the databasing/juggling prowess involved in even starting to correlate paypal numbers with the website's dedicated index. And you're not usually one to complain about things, but swear there's some sort of sinister plot afoot when you're scrolling (slowly) through a table-field like a lunatic to find the files and the email addresses and (perhaps) a good story to cheer you at the end of it.
So that's sometimes what the end of competitions can herald. You're wondering whether or not to procrastinate; read over some hardcopy entries, visit the kitchen for a brew, not frown so much (rather express vacant bemusement) at the entries from people who've not read our guidelines or file any sort of injunction against that chap who rings weekly wondering why we don't much like his violent erotica.
You're ok though. Lunchtime is approaching and you're feeling important because Sam's giving you Documents of Imperative Worth to proof.
Matt.
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