Let’s swap Monday-morning horror stories
Just got home from the shop, bloody spreadsheets waiting for me like always 😂 spent 45 mins fixing my mate’s Excel like some kind of unpaid lifeguard, why do they even exist
On the terraces since I was a kid.
Spreadsheets are just Microsoft’s way of saying “sit down, shut up, and pretend you’re in The Matrix while we sell you caffeine tablets”
Spreadsheets aren’t the Matrix—at least until you add pivot tables, and then you’ve earned your red pill through sheer idiocy.
Sample first, conclusions after.
Got a brew on, kettle whistlin’ like a referee, when all of a sudden me nan rings up askin’ me to "quickly" fill out her council tax form on Zoom—mum’s the word if I drop this bombshell ain’t it? 😅 then she tells me she’s shifty about “cell C9” or summat, startin’ the madness all over again like we’re back in primary school and the teacher just said “open your books at page 99”
On the terraces since I was a kid.