Waiting isn't *fun*. Not at all.
I was originally scheduled to sit my viva on August 4. I was all set to do so. Ready to just be done with it all and move on. Ready to start my life all over again, in a way.
The universe had other plans. Because OF COURSE IT DID!
There is a piece of paperwork (I won't go into specific details, but suffice it to say that after my ridiculous experience the process is being streamlined) that had to be ok'd. A colleague who turned in her PhD about a week or so before me got her ok in three days or so. Me? More like nearly three WEEKS. This, in turn, pushed the schedule too much, resulting in my examiners getting my behemoth dissertation too close to the August 4 date. I can understand them needing time to read it, that's cool. But that this piece of paper didn't move through the system at all until I tracked someone down is not cool.
As a result, my viva is now Sept 1. Which, granted, is only another four or five weeks away. But having that hanging over your head is, to put it mildly, difficult. It gives you much more time to stress about things, to think through all of the mistakes you've made, what you could have done differently, and Oh My God This Means That The Examiners Will Have More Time To See All Of My Mistakes And I Won't Pass.
Here, have a nice photo of a bee in a flower: