I have become an excel guru (not a geek ;-)) for a long time now and I wanted to share the one resource which has helped me achieve this.
The site is called Chandoo.org, created by Purna Duggirala a.k.a Chandoo a.k.a Pointy Haired Dilbert. He make the world of Excel bearable, usable, and cool. The site itself contains a large number of tutorials, not as many “idiot’s guide to excel” ones as I’d like, but more for the improver and advanced levels.
Specifically check out some of the mad looking dashboards that he is able to create on his site – first thought would be “how the hell was he able to do that!”…next one..”I want to do that!”.
A poem about being an entrepreneur in a moment of inspiration..hope you like it:
I am, what I am,
In a closet, of hopes and dreams,
Shackled not to daily drudgery,
But a necessary life, inorder to attain.
I am a developer,
Of content and oft time coded and loved equally,
I have seen and sowed and reaped perhaps.
At any moment,
A seed, a spark of imagination, life, or location,
Can inspire me.
I am not woman nor man, but a preacher of sorts,
Yet I yearn to be better than the rest,
Waiting to be plauded,
Laurels resting on high values and valuations.
Wealth is a goal, but not The goal,
A better life to achieve, yes,
At least an interesting one to live,
Morals to set,
Visions to create,
And My Vision,
To convince others of my simple and pure truth.
Expecting and accepting failures,
Searching for virtuous successes and triumphs,
The respect of my peers,
Euphoric, on days when I create,
Euphoric, solemnly, on days when I cling to hope.
I am Ent-Re-PreNeuR,
And that is all that I am.
By Prasanna Ellanti.
An interesting poem about life choices and no regrets.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert Frost.
“Courage is grace under pressure.”
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