bah.
So, quick rant. Do you ever have the urge while talking to, say, a faculty member or similar individual, to grab the nearest piece of office furniture and beat them senseless with it? Yeah, probably not the most common of feelings, but certainly one I had today. I turned in a rough draft of my thesis to both my advisor and my reader on the first of April, just shy of three weeks before the final draft is due. When I hadn't heard back from either of them after a week and a half or so, I took it upon myself to write them both an email asking how things were going, what with only having a week left for revision. My advisor wrote back quickly, saying that he was done and I could pick it up whenever. My reader, though, said he was almost done and if I came by today during his office hours (10-11 and 2:30-3), I could collect it. 2:30 rolls around and I go to visit him, only to have him say that he still hasn't finished reading it and if I could come back this evening, it'd be posted outside his door. That's when the thoughts of office furniture assault first rose in my mind, only to be doubled- trebled, even, if one were feeling daring- when I checked back at 5 this evening, only to find a lack of thesis and my reader down the hall chatting away with a fellow prof. ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!! (CRACKERJACK!!!!) I'd be fine if he hadn't 1) said that it would be finished at various previous times and 2) had almost TWO WEEKS to read the damn thing. And now, I'm facing only 5 days in which to make his suggested revisions, turn it back into him and have him sign it off. If he fucks up this process, there will be much doom visited upon his arrogant, chest-hair-tufted, sleazy ass. I knew it was a mistake to have him on my committee. Okay, rant done, with a hopefully happier resolution to follow.