I can't live without you, if the Love was gone...

As my Mate Kathy says, Spreadsheets are a special kind of hell. 

This is budget preparation time at work, and I am currently working on spreadsheet from the DEPTHS of hell. 

62 pages - 51 individual sheets, which link on to sub-summaries, and sub-summaries which link into main summaries, and then on to the Main Budget sheet.  

There are 20 columns on every page, 638 lines on every page. There are approximately 7,500 formula on every page.  

Some of those formula link from one of three pages.

There are selling prices, costs, and gross margins.   There are protected cells, there are transfer pricing and there is a little bit of currency work involved too, each one of the 62 pages has to be individually protected and If I have to do a universal change (of which there have been approximately 42 today, I have to unlock each page individually, make the change and then re-lock them.

Am I bovvered?  Am I hell as like.   I practise mindfulness. One thing at a time, one step after the other.  One cell, before another, each cell has it's moment and I am there to facilitate each one, and that makes me whole, as a person.

That, and the fact I was zoned out to Absolute 80's (and you have to say that in weird voice)...  Head set on volume up full blast.  I was lost in the hazy days of the Style Council, Chaka Khan, J Giels Band, Squeeze, Stranglers, Soft Cell - seriously how good is Say Hello, Wave Goodbye - that is a goosebumps song.... Cyndi Lauper - I drove all night... All Night long - Rainbow..

Heavens above I was fairly bouncing around in my seat.   Love and Pride, Hold Me now, Never Tear us Apart....

I was in my teens again (for a little while anyway) but I was so young, so carefree, everything was an adventure and ever single piece of music sets your mood straight to that feeling again and spreadsheets seriously never seemed to engrossing

:-)

Love Life!  You have but one :-)