Pressure in Exponential Form.

Ever go door to door, in the dark, on the wrong block because you misheard an address? While elderly Chinese people watch from their doorsteps and windows? While the clock ticks down the minutes and you just get later and later, looking more and more unprofessional with each ring of a wrong doorbell? Then after getting home more than an hour later, throwing your one car key into the hallway and pouting in front of your mom, have you ever gotten a call back from your interview subjects telling you that you were ringing bells exactly ONE block away from them?

Well, that worked out.
But my deadline is still in two days.