So, I was killing time this Saturday morning, waiting for my matcha latte at this tiny café in Brooklyn. You know the type — mismatched chairs, a plant that’s definitely seen better days, and the barista who remembers your order if you tip well. I was scrolling through my phone, half-listening to the girl next to me complain about her spreadsheet at work. And I laughed to myself because, honestly, I’ve become that person who actually likes spreadsheets now. Not the boring corporate kind — the orientdig spreadsheet kind. Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But hear me out. It started last month when I was trying to organize my…