The peasants are revolting.

Crap. Crap. Crap. My supervisor might as well say to me "You're becoming difficult, and I do not want to help."

There is now a question over the minimal financial help I get from the University for next year, as well as the grant from the last post. I have a feeling that, for some reason that is beyond me, my supervisor wants me out... Petty politics, no doubt. (It's not to do with my academic performance, as, well, I'm doing alright).

Okay. I would say we have an uneasy relationship. There is only a bare ten years in age between us and the boundaries are a little unclear. To be honest, I'd like a friendly, polite and professional relationship, with clear boundaries, but it seems to flit between this and overly familiar with undefined boundaries. I obviously do not hold the power in this relationship and the boundaries shift according to the whim of the academic. The supervisor also feels like they know me, due to little things I've said about my private life - there is no way they know how messy my life is at the moment, but still they seem to have formed a back story...

Oh I don't know, maybe this is a paranoid delusion caused by stress, but I hate it when people aren't being straight forward with me and that, somewhere along the line, I know I am being manipulated... Can't we just sit down like adults have a chat... No, obviously not.