The rest went somewhere. Five questions and you get the number, where it went, and a straight answer on whether it is worth paying anyone to fix.
Nobody loses a day to one job. It goes twenty minutes at a time, in four places, and none of them feel like enough to bother measuring.
The quote from Tuesday. The invoice from June. The supplier who has not come back to you. Every one of them is a small job you have to remember to do twice.
The same report, the same spreadsheet, the same numbers copied from one system into another because the two do not talk.
Reading it, sorting it, and writing the same reply you have written thirty times, slightly differently, because you cannot find the last one.
Quotes, proposals, job sheets, updates. Documents that are ninety per cent identical to the last one and still take an hour.
Answer for a normal week, not your worst one. The result is your own arithmetic, which is the only version anybody believes.
Five questions about a normal week. You get a number, the four places it goes, and a straight answer on whether it is worth paying anyone to fix.
Question 1 of 5
You explain your business to ChatGPT again every single morning. This is one page you fill in once, so it knows who you are for a day's work instead of a sentence. It is the cheapest hour you will get back this month, and it does not need us.
Knowing the number is free. Getting the hours back is the work.
If the audit says the hours are big and repetitive, the fit check tells you whether they are the kind we can take off you. Half a minute, and it says no when the answer is no.