Oh, Fuck on a Stick.

Or: If My Advisors Turn Up Dead, Will Someone Be My Alibi?

I am supposed to turn in a final draft of my thesis to the Dean's Office tomorrow, and go over the powerpoint for my defense Thursday with my primary advisor. I have notified the Dean of my intent to defend Thursday, told her the draft will be delivered tomorrow, and been working frenetically to have it ready. My advisor offered to postpone because of the mess with my auto accident. I said I'd rather not. I offered to let HIM postpone because his wife is having major health problems, and he said he'd rather not. I'm all geared up and getting work done... despite the fact that until this morning the ONLY PEOPLE who have given me feedback on my drafts are not affiliated with TCU in any way. Ten minutes ago I get THIS in my e-mail from Advisor #1:

"Elisel - Advisor #3 does not recall receiving his copy of the thesis. You better contact him and Advisor #2 if she has not responded. If they haven't had a chance to review your thesis, we better postpone your defense."

I've checked my necklace and all ten fingers. Even my toes for good measure. I'm not wearing the One Ring, which means the rage is ALL MY OWN.

But Wait... there's more!

Good news: Not postponing defense.

Bad news: Probably pissed off a committee member.

Apparently the reason he said he 'never got' the draft was because he was waiting for a HARD COPY.

For three weeks.

Let hysterical giggling commence.