The day my dissertation is technically supposed to go to my committee is a good day for my advisor to start reading it, right? Helpful? No. Not so much.
This morning I was more than irritated to discover the only thing she had read over an entire weekend of travel was the 350 word abstract that she's already read. And the only comments she made were ones she could have and should have made the first time she read the damn thing. I got Chapter 1 from her this afternoon.
I decided last week that I was giving my dissertation to my committee on Wednesday regardless of how much she's read or not read or how many corrections I've managed to get through.
As punishment for The Queen aggravating me I decided to work from a printed copy (at her expense of course) of her revisions rather than juggling multiple documents on my screen. I really should have printed them in color...
I used to be a grad student. And now I'm not (thank goodness). I spent a year as a post doc in industry in Baltimore before starting a "real" job with the same company. These are my tales of science, food, travel, and life.
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