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Dear Accounting,

You are called "Accounting" because you handle "accounts" and "account" for the money we've spent. I am not in the accounting department, and therefore it is not MY job to, you know, do YOUR job for you. Because when I, who can't add properly, know what the rent on our space is and you, who have a college degree in adding, do not, THERE IS SOMETHING AMISS.

No, I don't know what a fiscal year is. Or how to calculate rent for one. THAT IS YOUR JOB.

Sorry to be so unhelpful, except where I'm not because it's not my JOB,

Sam

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In much happier news, I AM GOING TO THE OPERA TONIGHT. I know, right? I've never seen an opera live! I'm going to leave work, go out for sushi for dinner, and then go see THE OPERA. It's all very exciting! There will be supertitles. I will have a full report for you when I get home.

I have reached the event horizon of Things To Do in my life: I no longer have "free time" as such, which would be more harrowing if I didn't love the stuff I was doing instead (reading, writing, GOING TO THE OPERA, etc). It's exciting times, it's good to be busy.

Mysterious Sheep Poo Disappearance

We've been robbed!

Sometime last night a very clever criminal disabled the CCTV on the Secret Loading Dock, loaded up all the remaining talents of sheep poo, and made off with them. He or she left us a ream of sheep poo paper, as if to mock us.

Either that or the Poo Paper Elves came and made it all into paper for us. After all, one man could never do this all in a single night! He'd have to have gravity clamps and access to a Harwood's Haulage truck and a burning desire to rid the Hub of sheep poo.

Must have been elves. Gnomes, maybe?

Anyway, I've made the theft report. Now I'm off for a long shower.

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Sushi carnage!

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The baboon!

I don't know why he has a football helmet on. Especially with the Chiefs logo. We probably lost some kind of bet.

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Cold pigeons...

(the "chiefs" logo is actually the blackhawks, our hockey team, and I'm sports illiterate.)

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I am home. OPERA IS AWESOME.

I saw a ticketed dress rehearsal of La Clemenza di Tito at the Harris Theatre, performed by the Chicago Opera Theatre (R bailed on me, loser). It was fantastic -- my ear for music is entirely untrained but the performance seemed great to me. Awesome set, great costumes.

Aside from th chorus, there are only two male roles that are actually played by males in the opera: Tito (Titus) and Publio. The other two male roles, Sesto and Annio, are played by mezzo-sopranos. So there was a whole avalanche of soprano, not that I minded. Sesto was all I WILL BE A TRAITOR FOR LOVE OH SHIT I'M A TRAITOR I WILL DIE WITH HONOUR OH WAIT NO I WON'T. And Annio was all HEY THIS IS AWKWARD, HUH?

And Vitellia was kind of crazy a lot, and then nobody died. This is how I prefer stories to end!

It was a good evening. I got dinner at Oysy which is a really nice, informal sushi place. The tempura head of Cthulu I posted earlier was a complimentary accompaniment to the sweet shrimp nigiri I got (I've decided I'm not an enormous fan) and I had Philadelphia Maki as well. You will note that the wasabi is still there, because I tried a tiny bit on some rice and then thought I was dying for five minutes.

Then I went down to Monroe, wandered around, buzzed the Baboon (it's a Picasso, for years I thought it was a lion) which is the traditional location of the Torchwood Chicago hub. Eventually I walked up to the Harris Theatre, where I snagged a front-row center balcony seat for the performance.

I was a bit worried about several things including my total lack of musical acumen, whether I would be able to read the English supertitles and still watch the performers, and whether I'd be able to follow the plot. I managed pretty well, I thought.

And then I took a cab home, where I walked into my flat and was met with a WALL OF HEAT. My radiators may have been up a trifle high.

Now I am going to go die of opera awesome. Scuse me.