Kill me now...

There are few things I hate as much as mindless data entry.

Today I have done eight hours of it. I'm reasonably sure tomorrow holds the same. Not to mention Thursday and Friday.

This is intolerable. I may have to call the agency and see if there's anything else going. Because nothing destroys the soul like ten million forms that need inputting.

And in case anybody cares, 80% of golfers are over 70.