Yep, my dreams have come true. I am a pro filer. Not only can I find the paper a home but I can make the paper a home. I have so gained the trust in this work that today I was promoted. I was no longer working under the hand of others. I was freelance. Three large drawers and 5 boxes of random papers. What did I do you ask? Oh I filed. I filed to my heart's content. I filled that cabinet. You can't fit another file in it. And that's how I want it. Frankly, I don't want someone else arbitrarily stuffing files in my cabinet. The labels wouldn't match. It would ruin the feng shui.

I really thought that I could do a job just for the money even if it was mind-numbingly boring. Turns out I need some stimulation now and then, more than the paper cuts are currently providing that is.

We went to see Opius Cactus (probably not the correct spelling) the other night. It was this amazing acrobatic/gymnastic/ballet/physical arts production sort of thing that was simply incredible. It's impossible to even describe it (as indicated by my previous description). It was 2 hours of all physical performance done as multiple one-acts to high energy music. Sherilyn works at the Cdn Consulate and somehow snagged free tickets for the premier. Technically that made me a diplomat right? Being the premier, the place was crawling with NZ's who's who. Unfortunately we didn't know who anyone of the who's who are, so we just said "who?"