I take back every whiny complaint I made about how much work I had to do over the last week or so. I didn't know how good I had it.
Compared with the full-on adrenaline rush of deadline work, this business of getting mountains of records ready for the auditor is like sinking in slow-acting quicksand. I tend to overstate (or overestimate) how tedious my job is, until I have a day like this, when all I'm doing is printing out spreadsheets that I worked on last year. Page after page slowly oozes out of the printer, and I can do nothing but wait for it and move on to the next one.
If it were something that required my full attention, it probably wouldn't seem to take so much time. If I had enough time to walk away from it and do something else while it prints, it wouldn't be so bad. But I feel as if I've been in a dentist's chair all day (and not in a good way). Every minute that goes by, the pain gets a little duller but I don't appear to be getting any closer to the end.
This is not a deliberate attempt to share the tedium. It just seems to be working out that way.