  Power Point? k. Excel? No problemo. Access? *&$#@#^#(@&amp;)!*@_#! Really, how is one supposed to create a super complex, mega database with only the training of An one day course?
And should the super important responsibilty be turned over to a person that uses the word "super" as her most identifiable adjective in this entry? I didn't even know what a database truly translated to until a few months ago. And that translation would be dicksmack. Sticky stank smack of schlong, oh yes. But do you know what will happen when I do figure this poo out, because I will, because I always do? I will brag.
And I will have mad skills to add to the resume. And I will be able to do the data anytime. anywhere. Oh good lord. I'm expanding on my computer ability so that I can sit and stare at the box for years to come! Let's have drinks and celebrate just that.
We'll call it Box Staring 2004. No, wait. Box! Staring! 2004! One must add excessive exclamations so that everyone can transition from the bad stigma they have over this type of career area to a fine appreciation of stare art.
No, I love my job. For now. Not forever. I really just want to be a crafty mother who makes bread and does yoga. And I won't quit trying until I get there. Come hell or high water, I will grow my own veggies and home school my kids.
You will see. And hopefully you'll be doing it too because I'm going to need some cool neighbors to hang out with on the porch and drink organic Mojitos with while the kids are playing kick the can. 
