One of the interesting things about humans is how we give names to everything in the world. The habit of always postponing things should definitely have an ugly name, but that's not the case, or am I the only one who feels like the word "procrastination" is cute, and that's what many of us just can't do without procrastinating, whether often or once in a blue moon?
I am a light procrastinator, and yet, I am not proud of it. The habit of procrastinating has ruined so many lives out there, and I don't know why we can't do away with it once and for all. Laziness, unseriousness, and a nonchalant attitude are habits that pave the way for procrastination, and when it gets to the height of procrastination there will be consequences depending on the situation.
I got punished for procrastinating; it wasn't what I wished for, and I regret my actions to this day. I learned catering with the help of my family, which is a very big one; they were supportive all through that time, and I appreciate the support.
My appreciation would have been a perfect one on my first call to make small chops for the family during Grandma's 70th birthday celebration. My big aunt called me asking for the cost of the chops, and she sent me more than the money immediately.
It was a few days to the event, and since I lived close to Grandma, I didn't see the rush to start preparing. I needed to get materials but hesitated till a day before the event.
My aunt kept calling to ask for an update, and I assured her everything was under control. I wasn't going to make the small chops a day before, but the materials needed should be available a day before but I didn't make a move.
Early in the morning of the event, I got up very early to prepare myself. I left the house early as well, but to my biggest surprise, the store where I do get stuff from was still shut, and I was told they won't open until 9am.
I didn't have a choice but to wait because my village doesn't have many stores like that. Upon opening, I went in and got the biggest shock of my life.
They had run out of some of the important things I needed; I was disorganized and didn't know what to do. I left to check a smaller store near the motor park but still didn't get everything, especially the important ingredients. Meanwhile, my aunt was calling, and I was worried she would get mad at me.
I summoned the courage to tell her what my situation was, and she was pissed because I lied about already getting all the necessary stuff. Upon getting to Grandma's place with the little materials I got, my aunt told me to carry on with the material while she put a call across to a friend coming from Lagos.
Instead of getting the materials, she got boxes of ready-to-eat small chops, and seeing her offloading with the other grandchildren made me unhappy.
I wished I had gotten the materials earlier; at least I could have known earlier that the store didn't have what I needed. Probably , my aunt would have brought them from Lagos.
My aunt didn't scold me, but I saw disappointment written all over her face. I took time to apologize and even involved the whole family, and she claimed to forgive me, which I doubt because after the event, she hasn't called me for jobs I can perfectly handle.
She prefers buying or hiring someone to make them. It looks like I lost my aunt's trust and might take time to earn it back. She's still nice to me in many ways, but it doesn't look like she can handle more disappointments from me.
