Ever stared blankly at a sea of bookings, desperately wishing for a digital bloodhound to sniff out that one elusive reservation? You know, the one made by 'that guy' who paid with a slightly bent credit card, booked for a Tuesday in October, but insists it was a Wednesday in September? We've all been there, drowning in data, muttering incantations to the booking gods. It's enough to make you consider a career change to professional basket weaving. The core problem isn't just managin...