Tired of Manual Data Cleanup Every Week? The Airport Gate Fix

2026-10-13

The boarding announcement is in German, then English, then German again. You barely hear it.

You're at gate B34 with a laptop balanced on your knees, and your coffee is going cold on the floor between your shoes. On the screen: a CSV from a client. Dates in three formats. A column that is supposed to be numbers but contains the word "n/a" in eleven places. Somebody has typed a space after half the email addresses.

You're going to a wedding. It's your cousin's. You promised yourself this weekend would be a real weekend.

And still, here you are, doing the same thing you did last Tuesday. And the Tuesday before that.

The chore that never gets a ticket

Nobody puts this work on a roadmap. It has no name. It's just "the Monday thing" or "that export" or "quickly before the call."

You rename forty files so they sort properly. You delete the blank rows. You fix the dates. You split one column into two, then glue two others back together. You save it as final, then final_v2, then final_v2_really.

Each job takes twenty minutes. That's the trick. Twenty minutes never feels worth fixing, so you pay it again and again, quietly, week after week.

What it costs isn't only time. It's the small dread when a new file arrives in your inbox. It's the way your shoulders rise a little when you see an attachment called export (7).csv. It's the thought you rarely say out loud: I'm a developer. Why am I doing this by hand?

The thought behind the thought

There's a second worry underneath the first one. If you're tired and rushing, you will miss something. A shifted column. A duplicate that slips through. A date that flipped from March 4th to April 3rd.

Nobody notices until a client does. Then comes the awkward message, the "sorry, there was a small issue with the data," the feeling that you're not quite as professional as you wanted to be.

So you check twice. You check again on the train. You scroll through rows with your eyes half closed, hunting for what looks wrong.

That's what the weekend you promised yourself turns into. A gate, a laptop, a scroll bar.

The moment you look up

Across from you, a man is helping a small boy zip up a jacket. It takes a while. The boy wants to do it himself. The man waits, hands in his pockets, completely unhurried.

You watch them for a minute, and a plain thought arrives, with no drama attached.

I have solved this exact problem before. Several times. Each time I solved it, then threw the solution away.

You think of the half-finished scripts on your drive. The one in a folder called misc. The one-liner you wrote at midnight and never saved. Each of them fixed the problem once. None of them were ever kept in a form you could trust or find again.

You don't need cleverness. You've got plenty of that. What you're missing is a small set of dependable things, already built, already checked, that you simply run, so the twenty minutes stops being twenty minutes.

It doesn't have to be like this.

What a different Monday feels like

Imagine it. Not a grand transformation, just an ordinary Monday.

You sit down with your coffee while it's still hot. The client's file arrives. You look at it, and for once your shoulders stay where they are. You drop it in, let the routine do its quiet work, and glance over the result like you'd glance over a tidy desk.

The downloads folder sorts itself. The odd dates are already fixed. The duplicates are flagged and not hiding. When something does look strange, you see it right away, because the dull part is already finished and your attention is free for the interesting part.

By ten you're writing real code. By four you're closing the laptop, and the evening is simply yours. No folder called final_v2_really. No second look on the train.

Nothing about this is dramatic. It just feels like being the professional you already are, without the weekly penalty for it.

Back at the gate

They call your row. You save the file, imperfect but good enough for now, and you close the laptop before the queue even forms.

On the plane you don't open it again. You look out of the window instead, at the grey-white tops of the clouds, and you let yourself think about what you'd like to stop doing by hand.

Only one thing really matters. Next week's chore doesn't have to be this week's chore.

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An illustrative story, written with AI assistance.