You know what? GM is a great guy. There are two GMs, and I repeatedly say here both of them are super good to me.
Anyhow, tonight, I dragged one of GM to a bar and forced him to listen to me whining. But it turned out that he is more stressed out than I am. Poor GM. I understand that he is stressed out because he is on the more crucial phase in this program. He is working on his dissertation. Compared with his stress, mine is ... phew, just a thing.
But again, he is such a nice guy that he spared some time to have beer together. To tell you the truth, I shouted (via email) a couple of times to catch him. My email to him starts with "GM!!!" You know, I shout.
