Boring thesis post... but some might be willing to read... though skip most... the post resembles the thesis...

... taking a month of work in June seemed as a great opportunity to finish my thesis. Each weekend seemed as the final weekend but somehow I never succeeded to finish the work. My consultant has been sick here and there too which made it more difficult to get comments and corrections to my work. After meeting her at the end of June it was obvious that the thesis shall not be finished at the end of the month, the more worrying part was that I was to stay in contact with my consultant through a regular post as she was not to be on the internet in the upcoming months, nor she seemed to have a mobile.

I spent days and days writing... I hate writing, creating sentences that make sense is a torture for me... In the middle of July I agreed with the secretary to hand her over my thesis. In the middle of July I only managed to get in touch with my consultant via phone once she came back from the countryside and mailed her my thesis. I was to get the reply in a week from her, as she told me. After a week of waiting for the post, which never arrived, I was in despair imagening what shall happen if the thesis with corrections are lost. Only then I received a phonecall that she has not send the thesis and I got them yet in another two weeks. That was already the beginning of August.

I was to meet my consultant over the weekend, that got canceled and postponed to Tuesday. On Tuesday we were to meet at 2pm, then 4pm than after 6, until it got canceled completely. The next day I was to meet her at 11am but yet at 1pm the meeting did not take place. But I have already taken days off work which meant that I had to spend the time on the thesis now. We met before two that day. It was a great talk. We were in a bakery, had some food and talked of my consultant's past. I was quite surprised to learn of her interest in Africa as most of the subjects that she taught me were about Asia... Never that mind, at the end of the meeting I got comments to my work. Nothing too big, but the worst part was awaiting me... to write three introductions and four closures to different chapters of my work, as well to the thesis itself...

Have I mentioned that I hate writing? I hate writing... I am able to spend several hours writing one paragraph, which ends up to be worthless. I spend hours writing the last parts of the thesis. I had four days for it. Sunday night was the last day, that was already the middle of August. I had one week to go to publish the thesis, no more. I sent my newly written parts to the consultant and on Wendnesday I got it back with lots of corrections and several news suggestions how to rewrite it. I could not believe it... the thesis seemed endless. I kept writing whole Wednesday and Thursday. I also had to make the final adjustments to the format of the thesis. It seemed it shall go ok, but I was writing and editting the whole Thursday evening, the whole night and at 8am I was still not done. Moreover, I realized I have not made ready the enclosures nor I had the bibliography list. I was getting exhausted, impatient... and rude... oh, and violent. Though cocoa is good for the nerves. My mum made that for me. I started to print... I had to manage to print it all four times, have it published and hand it in. I needed all this done before 11.30am. In three hours. (Jirinko, I hope you understand now why sometimes time runs way too fast).

I printed the first part of the thesis, while still working on corrections and enclosures... that was when the printer decided to get tired and it stopped working. That is when I became violent. My mum thus decided to take me to her work and have us print the rest there. As we approached the work, my mum realized she lost her office key (the first time after 20 years at this work). We searched, did not find, thus arranged another card to access the place. The time was running. We got into the office, but the memory card would not work with my mum's computer due to some company restrictions. Later I realized that my office 2007 is kind of another obstacle as my mum does not have it and downloads are restricted. It was past 9 then. I decided to call the secretary. I hoped I might somehow take the thesis to her on Monday, although my consultant said to hand it on Friday. Well, I was not to worry after I called as the secretary stopped my explanations by abrupt "but I am not going to take the thesis anyway". I got completely paralyzed at that moment. The secretary went on that noone has told her about me, bla bla... and on top of all, the consultant has left for conference in Canada the day before and was to stay there for a month. This all made it difficult as there was no one to get me an opponent for my work, no one was there to write the judgement for my thesis and on top of all... the defence of the thesis should have happened only three days after the consultant comes back from Canada. Thus, no time at all...

Somehow though I managed to have her agree to take the thesis and have them lie in her office. I did not care any longer, I just wanted to get rid of the thesis and not to have to see them any more around. But thanks to this, I got two more days - the weekend - to work on the final adjustments of the thesis which I was still not on time with the very day.

I went to work after this. I was exhausted as hell. I tried to do walking work, which kept me awake. Around 3pm I started to do computer work, after falling asleep in front on the screen and waking with no clue of what I am doing, I realized I need to go home... I slept from 6pm to 9am.

To my utter bewilderment, I spent the whole weekend doing adjustments. From 10am to 1am the first day and from 10am to 5pm the next day. Then I went to see Charin, needed a break, to come back and start printing. I printed first part of the thesis when I ran out of cartridge. But thanks to wise friends I had another cartridge, thanks to stupid shop assistant I had the wrong cartridge. So I did not print it at all. I came to my mum if we could repeat the printing process at her work tomorrow. All seemed great till my mum remembered she has a hairdresser in the morning... well, that is a small obstacle of sorts... and would not freak me out... The next morning, surprisingly, after printing all I left my mum's office at 9.10am to go and have the thesis published. That process itself took less than half hour and this company was just opposite the University. Jana was already awaiting me and I completely frightened was going to see the secretary and was hoping she wont make any problems and will take the thesis.

I have no clue if all that thesis should contain, the thesis contain. I have never read the last edition of it which means I have no clue if any mistakes might be there. Hopefully not. I dont care now. The thesis were handed in and they are out of the house and I no longer have to put together words into something that not at all resembles a sentence. I had fried cheese with Jana and if I could go to sleep instaed of work afterwards, I would be completely happy.

But fortunately all is over...