i was out shopping today with my mum. We were just heading through the concourse of one of the shopping centres when i spied my PhD supervisor. I haven't seen nor heard from her since the day i failed. She clocked me aswell. Had we both continued on our way we'd have bumped into each other. I wasn't going to speak to her, still bitter about the rubbish project i wasted a hefty chunk of my life on. However she went and HID behind a pillar. It was all very deliberate, even mum noticed her do it! what a bizarre thing to do! if she didn't want to speak she didn't have to. It's not like i'll ever work for her again. I've no intention of leaving my current job. I guess there is nowt so queer as folk!