I only wrote down a couple of hours on my time sheet for today before submitting it, and because I’m a perfect angel I came in anyway and started picking away at the ‘Shred This’ pile which currently occupies a whole corner-and-half-wall at the back of the main office. I did that until the damn thing overheated, and I got sick of pressing the paper down inside the bin, and I coughed up a piece of paper with our telephone number on it. At least I’ll die doing what I loved.