Excel as a metaphor for Life

I have concluded (mostly because virtually anything is better than the mind-numbing tedium of more requirements thrashing), that Excel is an excellent metaphor for life.

My instance upon this planet is a workbook.

The portions of my life which are essentially encapsulated (work, not work) are sheets.

On the WORK sheet (for example):

Rows are thing to be done. They are constantly being added.

Columns are changes in the state of the row (the next work to be done on that thing). They are always extending to the right.

Some rows have lots of columns and seem to go on forever. Other rows end quickly with few columns.

There are many fewer of the low column count rows than are desirable.

Column extension will most certainly end. Although that might require my death. (Which is probably a small price to pay to avoid some of the rows).

  

In each cell is a snapshot of a point in time on a particular thing to do, which is permanently captured, and (usually) utterly irrelevant because only the right most cell actually matters now, but it is the sum of all that cell's antecedents (to the left) that (sort of) explain how it got there.

It would seem quite futile taken in it's entirety.

I console myself with this thought:

This particular row just got it's last column.