You know what? This is the second time I've been informed by a graduate student, "You are on my PhD committee." A colleague of mine has been putting me on committees without even asking me. It has also recently happened that I said I'd need to think about a request to be on a commitee, and later approached by the supervisor to sign the forms as if it were a done deal.
I'm sorry, but what the hell? Am I so lowly that I'm not supposed to even be consulted? But apparently not so lowly that I can't be their feminist theory slave. Fuck them. I want out of this place.
Also, being at the office, on crutches, and hopping around on one leg? NO fun. When what you do, by definition, at the office in the summer is pop in to scurry around doing photocopies and getting signatures, etc. I can't believe I have weeks and weeks more of this.