The diary game 12/3/26; A day of sacrifice for dad.

Dear dairy, I went to bed having in mind the enormous work that awaits me the next day. I have been struggling to come to terms with this task and have tried everything possible to avert it but after two weeks, it still awaited me. What shall I do?.

The work station

How do you embrace what you don’t want to do? My dad had asked me to help me organize his bank statement from January last year to December. Do you understand the enormity of that work? It’s more difficult knowing that the items on the list of the statements are transactions not done in my country.

How do I possible start embracing those strange companies and business that I had no clue what they were. Dad, this needs to be done by someone who lives in the states there with you, at lest they are familiar with these transactions. I can’t seem to make a head and a tail out of any of them, I had blotted out.

You don’t think I had thought about that before choosing you for this work he said. You know you can ask me questions right? Uuuuggggh! I grunted. I had to take an extra week to make up my mind to do that. I knew it was a Herculean task. It’s just a one day work he said. Really?

Well, I had to use chat GPT to my rescue. It helped with categorizing the transactions the night before. Just some of them to give me insight on how to recognize them and where they fall into. That only opened my eyes to the work that lays ahead of me.

making breakfast

hello breakfast

I wake up the next morning and had to quickly join my online prayers by 7am. At about past 8am, I went to take my bath, brush my teeth and make something for breakfast. I had oats. I needed to have enough glucose in my system for this work. At about 10am, I was already seated on my desk but not ready to start. Hahah.

There was this movie nagging on my soul. I had already watched it but there were some interesting parts that I wanted to binge on again. I went to my YouTube and spent another 50 minutes binging on it again. I had to rewind and fast forward some parts. When it was 11am, I had to tell myself that it was time to face my fears.

With eager hands and a not so clear mind, I had to start this work that I had dreaded for over two weeks. The truth be told that I had a vague understanding of what I was getting into but the only thing I knew was that I had to deliver this work by the next day else my dad would be charged a fine of $1000. One thousand dollars is a whole lot and which good child would want the dad to loose such an amount of money.

I sat on that chair till about 5pm working away on my system. I was tried, at a point in between, I had to go eat while working. I had to eat directly from the pot. I didn’t have time to dish the food. I had to pile up the pot and even the plate I had used earlier down before the table because time to do otherwise was a luxury now.

My pot of lunch waiting to be rescued

My back was hurting badly. My eyes were dizzy and I had to literally squint them as they moved from my phone to my laptop. Everything in me was screaming give up on the work but I didn’t want to disappoint dad. How will he feel if I gave him excuses? I would not bear to see the pain of him having to loose $1000.

By 5pm, I had to take a 30 minutes break. I was really tired but I hadn’t even scratched the work. I was just in March. I had done from January to February. That was how difficult it was to sort through the transactions and classify them. Chat gpt was a darling in helping me were I was confused.

I got back on the chair ignoring all my body screams. I was under pressure. I had to deliver. At a point, I knew it was only the love I had for my dad that was keeping me on that chair. Somehow I was pained that he casually said this was easy and only a days work. What? Who even gave him that impression?

I continued into the night. In between my struggles and pressure, my little sister was asking me to help her with her post she was making. She’s not been blogging for a while and get wanted to make a post and had forgotten how to use her markdowns. She kept bugging me in between. It was a test on my patience as she didn’t understand what I was up against.

She called in severally that at a point I had to tell her to back off and she was begging. I had to still help her finish up. I had a call to make by 9pm and that lingered till 11pm. My dad called to check in on me and I had to tell him my ordeal and asked him where he got the idea that this work was a days work and easy. He apologized and encouraged me.

helping sis out on steemit

I continued till midnight. My now I was totally worn out and my eyes were paining me. I had to eat cereals that night by 1am hoping to still push into the night. I was at the seventh month. I had five months to go. By 2am, I had lost it all. I couldn’t continue. My back was hurting. My eyes were tired and painful and my mind needed rest.

I could faint if I pushed further. The love I had for my father kept me up so far. I hadn’t had this type of pressure in a long while. I needed to deliver this job by morning of their time. Thank God our time zones are not the same. I have five hours difference to make up but for today, I had to call it quits. I had to go to bed knowing I had little time to rest and I have to be up enough to deliver the job the next morning.