Some of my best work gets done at the oddest times. Sometimes working at home is the single biggest reason I ever get anything done at all. Sometimes instead of a morning coffee break, I take a shower break, either because I sleep later than I should, or because I start working too early.
This morning, before it was even warm enough in the house to take a shower and get dressed, I started tinkering with a spreadsheet that bugged me all weekend. I had a two dollar discrepancy in the cash reconciliation sheet, and I spent endless empty hours going over every figure that went into the making of that worksheet, over and over, trying to find the error that kept it all from balancing.
If I seemed a little harried this weekend, that was part of the reason. I was looking for transposition errors and typographical errors and something left out here or added in there, but that $2.00 kept taunting me. Every time I put it aside, I was hoping the answer would come to me in a sudden revelation. Those things happen, you know.
Early today, with a fresh eye, I tried again. It took an hour and a half (which meant I was still in night clothes until mid morning), but I found my mistake. I was hoping it was the bank's mistake, or anyone else's mistake, but it was mine.
And it was typical — I'd made a correction on the disbursement record when the October bank statement came, to account for some miscellaneous service charge that the bank didn't use to even bother charging people for, but now they do simply because they can. "Checks returned with statement," or something like that.
But I hadn't made the same two-dollar correction in all the other spreadsheets affected by the change. I have no excuse, because once I found it, it took about two minutes to fix all the sheets, and the cash reconciliation was suddenly in perfect balance. Oh, the extra work I make for myself by skipping steps.