Skip to main content

Office Shorts #1

I spent about a day creating this fabulous series of spreadsheets that talked to each other. I automated all the design so when Brian changed the input daily, my design & output would flow like a beautiful stream through the smooth paths meticulously engineered in Excel. Every one of the 4895 cells was revised, refined, tuned. I even got some help from some smart kid & automated it even more, so now 3 programs talked together flawlessly with one click. Hazza! 

Brian went and renamed the main folder where one of my spreadsheets resides from Foundation to 9.0 Foundation.

Fuck!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Office Shorts #2

Incoming email: Hi A, Thanks for the responses. I’ve given the matter a bit of thought and can’t reach a definite conclusion based on the information. I think it’s worthwhile having a quick workshop to clarify a few questions I’ve added in red. Can you all please confirm your availability this afternoon at X:30.  X:30 pm (Joining the Teams meeting of 8): -Hello. X+1:15 pm (Unmuting, muting, unmuting): -No, that was on Level 10 but yes, fairly s... (interrupted by Bob from Christchurch) X+2:30 pm -Thanks everyone. Bye. (Sigh, removes headset like a torture device)
Post a Comment
Read more

The weekly record of not much

There’s this thing S and I do where we post photos on Sunday nights every week to record the year. Every weekend I look at my phone gallery and there are 56 photos of stuff on site, 1 or 2 of food, maybe a page of a book, my legs in front of TV. Not much really. So on Saturday or Sunday I force myself to go for a walk after work, just so I have an image of something other than working and eating. I believe the weekly record has served its purpose. I find it sad on an inspirational level. But so very true.
Post a Comment
Read more

Plan for One

I simply cannot run without distraction. It’s so utterly boring and torturous that I have to listen to something interesting or else I won’t last more than 3k. That’s how I ended up listening to Edith Wharton’s “Mrs Manstey’s View” last weekend, thumping away on the treadmill.   It was a very curious coincident considering what was going on in my own life. The story is truly heartbreaking. Mrs Manstey has spent the last 17 years of her life in a 3rd floor room of a boarding house in New York. She’s an old widow with few visitors and is too frail to venture out anymore. So she spends her days sitting at her one window looking out to the neighbourhood. It’s not a striking view; small untidy gardens and occasional appearances of the house occupants and their servants at their windows. Mrs Manstey had never been an awfully sociable person and the window seemed to provide just enough entertainment. Until one day, the neighbouring boarding house owner decides to build an extension that w...
Post a Comment
Read more