I feel sick, and my advisor is stressing me out. Therefore, I am eating potato chips. (I swear, this makes sense in my brain.)
'War Stories'
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Hey, if potato chips help, then I'm glad you have them there for the noshing.
I'm drinking freezer gimlets and reading porny fanfic. God, I love being a grownup.
Yeah, I`m sick too. I`m missing lessons, gigging, and engineering a recording project this weekend. Sucks.
Truer words, Calli.
Hil, I would really like to hurt your advisor. I can't wait until you no longer have to deal with him.
We are having yummy pasta and watching TV. Just another exciting Saturday night!
He's passive-aggressively threatening me with not graduating if I don't get the introduction to my dissertation up to his standards. He keeps telling me things to including, then not explaining them when I ask for an explanation, then telling me that the way I've written it sounds like I don't understand it. Because I don't! My last revision came back from him with several words and sentences circled by him and "bad" written next to them.
Oh, and he's also decided that next week is the perfect time, possibly the only time, for him to give me comments on the chapters I sent him at least three weeks ago, and I am being very irresponsible by being out of town next week. First half of the week is job interview, second half is family obligation that I told him about months ago and have mentioned in every email about scheduling stuff this summer.
Hil, your "advisor" (and, God, if anyone deserves the quotes of heavy-handed irony it's him), should be put in a sack, beaten with large sticks, and dropped in a river. I'd worry that this might interfere with his performance, but he'd probably be more accessible in a hospital bed.
Hil, your "advisor" (and, God if anyone deserves the quotes of heavy-handed irony it's him), should be put in a sack, beaten with large sticks, and dropped in a river.
Preferably one with a large population of piranhas.
I prefer a vat of acid. Piranhas leave bones.
My last revision came back from him with several words and sentences circled by him and "bad" written next to them.
This will be an excellent enclosure for the report you write about him when you're all graduated so you can make sure he never happens to anyone else again. What an assbut.