Occasionally in the course of one’s life, there arrives an overriding feeling of helpless futility as the crushing realisation dawns that all our childhood dreams were noting but naïve, unachievable reveries. The hopes, spurred by the innocent  optimism of youth, that life would play its natural, joyful course, filled with smiles and the smells of summer are at once destroyed and one plummets to a deep dank hole of existential despair. These moments happen rarely in one’s life - thankfully a product of the mind’s internal defence, that prevents us from understanding the true helplessness of the human condition. However, these moments can be triggered with no warning: the loss of loved ones, large scale humanitarian tragedy, and project set ups like this one. Four hours in Excel and the setup interface and I am left wondering “where did it all go wrong and will it ever go right again?”

{unknown author}