Man, what a day! I swear, being a broker in Preili is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up Rīgas iela for my morning coffee. You know, the one place that’s got the best brew in town? I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me orders a latte with almond milk. Like, c’mon man, it’s 7 AM! Just get a regular coffee and move on! Anyway, I finally get my cup, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day.
Then I head to the office on Jāņa iela. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Preili had rush hour? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. Bless her heart, but I’m late! I’m yelling at my steering wheel like it’s gonna magically make her speed up. Spoiler: it didn’t.
Finally, I get to the office, and my phone’s blowing up. Clients are calling, emails are pinging. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” But no, I gotta deal with this one client who’s convinced he’s gonna make a fortune off a rundown house on Lāčplēša iela. I mean, c’mon, it’s a dump! I’m trying to explain that to him, but he’s all like, “Trust me, it’s a goldmine!” Goldmine? More like a money pit, dude.
So, I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m fuming. I mean, how do people not see the obvious? I take a deep breath, sip my coffee, and say, “Look, man, you can’t polish a turd.” He just stares at me. Awkward silence. Classic.
After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the Preili Castle. It’s beautiful there, you know? The trees, the flowers, the whole vibe. I sit on a bench, trying to clear my head. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by with a kite. A freakin’ kite! I’m like, “Dude, it’s 2023, not 1983!” But then I see him laughing, and I can’t help but smile. Kids really know how to enjoy life, huh?
But then, bam! My phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the new listings.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I rush back to the office, and he’s there, all serious. He starts talking about numbers, projections, blah blah blah. My brain’s like, “Dude, I just wanna sell houses, not do math!”
After what feels like an eternity, I finally escape. I head over to the local market on Rīgas iela. You know, the one with the fresh produce and all that? I grab some veggies, and this lady at the stall starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her grandkids, and I’m just nodding along, thinking, “Lady, I’m just here for the tomatoes.” But she’s sweet, so I humor her.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend from school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, you know? Preili was so different back then. Less traffic, more fun. We laugh about the time we got lost in the woods near the river. Classic.
But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, I get a call from that same client. He’s like, “I found another property!” I’m thinking, “Oh no, here we go again.” Turns out, it’s even worse than the last one. I mean, this place is practically falling apart! I can’t even.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and all I can think is, “What a day!” Preili, you’re a wild ride. But hey, at least I’ve got stories to tell, right?