Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Bandon is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the glass I gotta cut. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.
First stop? Main Street. It’s buzzing, as usual. You got the bakery on the corner, smellin’ like heaven. I mean, who can resist fresh scones? Not me! I grab a couple for later. Gotta fuel up, ya know?
So, I’m driving down 2nd Ave, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? It’s 7 AM! Turns out, some dude’s truck broke down. I’m sittin’ there, fuming. I coulda been cutting glass, but nooo, I’m stuck behind this clunker. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! Get it together!”
Finally, I get to the job site on 4th Street. It’s a sweet little house, but the windows? Ugh, they’re a disaster. I mean, who puts in single-pane glass in a place like this? It’s like wearing flip-flops in a snowstorm. So, I start measuring, cutting, and all that jazz.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ buckets! I’m scrambling to cover the glass, and I slip. Yup, right on my butt. I’m soaked, and my tools are all over the place. I’m laughing, though. Like, what else can ya do?
After the rain, the sun pops out. Typical Bandon weather, right? One minute it’s a monsoon, the next it’s sunny. I’m back at it, and I finally get the new glass in. Feels good, man. Like, I’m a hero or somethin’.
But then, I hear this commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids on the street. They’re playing soccer, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja! But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic! The kids are laughing, and I can’t help but join in.
Later, I head over to the pub on 1st Street. Gotta unwind, right? I grab a pint and chat with the locals. They’re all talkin’ about the new café that opened up. Apparently, they got the best coffee in town. I’m like, “I’ll be the judge of that!”
As I’m leaving, I bump into Mrs. O’Malley. She’s the sweetest old lady. Always has a story. Today, she’s raving about her garden. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m a glazier, not a gardener!” But I listen anyway. She’s got this passion, ya know?
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Bandon’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The streets, the people, the crazy weather—it’s all part of the charm. I crash on the couch, thinking about tomorrow. More glass, more adventures. Bring it on!