My advisor means perfectly well. He values mentorship and the guidance of his graduate students in an abstract way, gazing at education with affection from afar. But when it comes to the the nitty gritty of enacting his plans he averts, avoids, in favor of getting nose-deep into a grant proposal – or flying back to his home in Florida and (I suppose) getting nose-deep in a grant proposal while wearing pajamas.
His grants butter me bread, so I can’t complain too harshly. But. Seriously. How many canceled meetings? Postponed deadlines? And he’s taken on a bunch of other students recently, making plans, which frankly’ll only spread the dragging-down-of-things wider and deeper.
Oh, well. Canceled meeting, took a bus trip for nothing, but I suppose it got me out of the house on a nice brisk morning. My officemate is pleasant, the instant coffee tolerable, a picture of my cutest cat staring at me. Could be worse.