X-hell

I took an all-day Excel class today, and loved it. Not that I love Excel--that stuff was written by the devil--but I loved learning to understand it. We work with a beast of a spreadsheet at work for quoting (hundreds of parts, hundreds of parts, hundreds of parts, hundreds of parts, hundreds of parts) and every time I opened it, a part of my brain would physically explode. When the garish colors, non-sensical math symbols and endless rows of gibberish came up on the screen I could feel a slippery cheese curd chunk of my brain splurt against the side of my skullbone in protest. Not to mention the faint fluttering sound of my artistic soul struggling for air. Of course, the nic-fits probably contribute to this sensation, but I swear, that worksheet is the junkiest bit of business I've ever seen. Is it wrong to be itching to get to work to look at it now with educated eyes? And want to make more spreadsheets, more spreadsheets, more spreadsheets?