Tinkering away

I sit here, mulling over spreadsheet with mountains of data. What does it all mean? A formula here, a subtotal there.

Tinker, tinker, tinker.

There are some things I wish I could fix. They lie just out of reach. A bar across the door which says I’m not allowed. Police line, do not cross. Well then, how can I see if a change works at all.

Oh, export data, import new, set out in a new way.

Always looking to see what is wrong.

Did I stop to ask what is right?


Tinker, tinker, tinker.

No. Perhaps I should. Now I must throw out the spreadsheets and start again.