I’ve just been handed a large box filled with seven-year-old receipts and deposit slips that I’ve never seen before and asked to somehow make sense of them, plugging the relevant data (whatever that is) into an Excel file of payments and deposits that we’ll later use to generate some long overdue report on a project with which I am not at all familiar.
You know, on the best of days, I can barely balance my own checkbook. This is just ridiculous.