There are those days where most of it is spent doing what you must do, not what you want to do. The stuff that pays the mortgage and keeps the client/boss/higher-up/whomever happy, but otherwise feels like a prison, no matter how gilded they may be. Ain’t adulthood grand?
I just had one of those days, staring at tiny cells in a giant spreadsheet, wrist deep in formulas and numerical what ifs.