Fix Your Shit

I recently received the following spreadsheet from an intern at work. I looked at it and almost beat the shit out of him. Everything needed to be fixed. Then I realized that this 20-year old kid between his junior and senior year at Villanowhere University probably had no prior training in Excel and at best, only knew how to use the sum function. I felt compelled to teach him some experience and school him in the .


Through this process, I learned that I've become increasingly focused on the most minute details… details that really don't matter. I was spending my precious time away from ESPN.go.com and Dealbreaker by helping this kid who probably did not even want to be helped. Why was I doing this to myself? Why should I care if he does a good job in his internship? The answer is simple. I don't give a fuck about him. This is for me! I will NOT tolerate this piece of garbage workbook, I refuse to deliver this ass-looking spreadsheet to anyone, and most importantly, I can't stand looking at this shit!

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