The plight of the abandoned thesis

I'm back, I'm here, and for the first time in a very long time, I actually have time to post. Can I just start by saying yay! for weekends. No seriously. I'm so ridiculously excited that it is the weekend. This week has been a week from hell, though I don't believe in hell so uh, a week from uh, a really really bad place, like umm a sewage plant or something (I know that's just such a charming metaphor, I'm all class - really!). Anyway, my week has been a series of stupid emails from upset people wanting to blame me for something, and getting frustrated/upset/emotional/angry over nonexistent issues. It's been joyous! On top of all of this there a silly little political games going on at work which I refuse to be a part of but somehow end up getting caught in the middle of anyway.

And oh, what's that you mention? My thesis. Yes, well about that, you see it hasn't really had much attention in the last few weeks. It's gotten pretty bad lately actually. My thesis is now trailing me around with this mournful look of abandonment in its eyes, if I stand still long enough it starts pawing vigorously at my leg and making pathetic mewing sounds. I've been ignoring its desperate attempts to capture my sympathies for most of the week, so it's been going off to sulk in the corner in a little huddled mass. However on Friday I decided that actually 5 weeks was too long, and really I should go and talk to it again, you know make some conciliatory peace gestures. Turns out I played right into the little bugger's hands, it came running and leaped into my arms for joy, and you know what I actually kinda liked it. Turns out my thesis is actually rather interesting. Who'd have thought?