After graduating from college, I cobblestoned three jobs together to make ends meet. One job was at a bar, another at a pregnancy center, and the other at a church. It sounds like the start of a joke, I know. Now, a few years later, I work as an analyst and feel like I hit the jackpot. Diving into spreadsheets and analyzing information invigorates me. Time seems to fly when I get sucked into a project. At the risk of sounding hyperbolic, my job makes me feel like Cinderella’s fairy godmother. I take a flat, two-dimensional grid (that is a spreadsheet) and turn it into something living. With a little wave of a wand, spreadsheets can talk. They can be interacted with and have a language of their own. Data are like words that when strung together with formulas and scripts communicate meaningful insights. I have reached a new level of nerd to say that data has transformed me into a fairy godmother. But what can I say? Spreadsheets are my pumpkins. However, when I first got this desk job