Riveting, I know.
But I actually felt inexplicably joyful watching hundreds and hundreds of sheets go into the shredder at Journey’s End Refugee Center, where I volunteer once a week. I usually work the front desk — telling case managers their appointments have arrived and transferring calls to the wrong extensions — but today one of the lawyers had a project for me to work on.
I happily accepted her offer to let me sit at a desk shredding piles and piles of outdated files. It’s an adrenaline rush like no other, trust me.