Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Sortland is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down to the main street, Storgata. It’s like the heart of Sortland, ya know? Cute little shops, cafes, and that bakery that smells like heaven. I grab a coffee from Kaffebrenneriet. Best brew in town, no cap. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.”
So, I rush to the auction house on Torget. It’s a cozy spot, but today it felt like a pressure cooker. The crowd was buzzing. I mean, people were practically bouncing off the walls. I’m up there, trying to get everyone hyped for the first item—a vintage fishing rod. Yeah, in Sortland, fishing is basically a religion.
I start the bidding, and this old dude, Bjørn, he’s all in. He’s waving his hand like he’s trying to take off. I’m like, “Calm down, Bjørn! It’s just a rod!” But he’s not having it. The bids are flying, and I’m sweating bullets. I can’t even keep up. Finally, it sells for way more than I expected. I’m pumped!
But then, outta nowhere, this lady in the back starts yelling. Turns out, she thought she was bidding on a different item. I’m like, “Lady, we’re not auctioning off a yacht here!” She storms out, and I’m left standing there, half-laughing, half-crying.
Next up, we had this old painting of Sortland’s harbor. It’s a beauty, right? I’m trying to hype it up, talking about how it captures the essence of our little town. But then, my buddy Lars, who’s always got my back, shouts, “That’s not even the right harbor!” I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But the crowd loves it. They’re laughing, and I’m just rollin’ with it.
Then, the surprise of the day hits. A couple walks in, and they’re like, “We’ve got a rare Viking artifact!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But they pull out this legit piece, and my jaw drops. I mean, this thing is older than my grandma! The crowd goes wild. Bidding goes through the roof. I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m freaking out.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. My voice is shot, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost a few brain cells from all the chaos. But as I walk home down the waterfront, I can’t help but smile. Sortland’s got this vibe, ya know? The mountains in the background, the sea breeze, and the sound of laughter from the cafes.
I stop by the pier, just to soak it all in. The sun’s setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I think about how crazy today was. The spills, the shouts, the surprises. It’s all part of the gig.
So yeah, that’s a day in the life of an auctioneer in Sortland. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another wild ride in this little corner of Norway.