Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Auckland is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the road down Queen St. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, come on! It’s like everyone decided to take their sweet time today. I’m stuck behind this old dude in a rusty car, going 30 in a 50 zone. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! You’re not on a Sunday drive!” Finally, I zoom past him, and boom! There’s a bus blocking the whole road. Classic Auckland, right?
So, I finally make it to the office on Victoria St. I’m just settling in when my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Bro, you won’t believe what just happened!” Turns out, he’s at the Sky Tower, and some tourist just dropped their phone off the edge. I’m cracking up, picturing this poor sap watching his phone plummet. I mean, who even does that?
Anyway, I get a call from a client. They’re in a bit of a pickle. Some dodgy landlord is trying to evict them from a flat on K Rd. I’m like, “Not on my watch!” So, I grab my gear and head out. K Rd is buzzing, as usual. Street performers, food stalls, and all sorts of characters. I love it, but today, I’m on a mission.
I get to the flat, and it’s a total mess. The landlord’s there, all smug, thinking he can just push people around. I’m like, “Nah, mate. Not happening.” We get into it, and I’m feeling my blood boil. I mean, who does he think he is? I’m ready to throw down, but I keep it cool. Gotta be professional, right?
After some back and forth, I manage to calm things down. The tenants are relieved, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, just as I’m about to leave, it starts pouring. I mean, it’s Auckland, so I should’ve seen it coming. I’m soaked in seconds. Great. Just great.
I duck into a café on the corner of K Rd and Symonds St. Grab a flat white, because, duh, I need caffeine. The barista’s a legend, though. She’s like, “You look like you’ve had a rough day.” I laugh and tell her about the landlord. She’s all, “You should’ve just told him to chill!” I love that.
So, I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, when I get another call. This time, it’s about a mining site out in West Auckland. Apparently, there’s some drama with permits. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?” But nope, off I go again.
Driving out to West Auckland, I’m thinking about how crazy this city is. One minute, I’m in the hustle and bustle of the CBD, and the next, I’m surrounded by lush greenery. It’s wild. I pull up to the site, and it’s chaos. Workers are running around, and I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on.
Turns out, there’s a dispute over some land. I’m trying to mediate, but tempers are flaring. I’m like, “Guys, chill! We can sort this out.” But no one’s listening. I’m feeling the pressure. I mean, I didn’t sign up for this level of drama.
Finally, after what feels like hours, we reach a compromise. I’m exhausted but relieved. I head back to the car, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day! I mean, who knew being a bailiff could be this intense?
As I drive back to the city, I can’t help but think about how much I love Auckland. It’s chaotic, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises. I pull up to my flat on the North Shore, and I’m ready to crash. But first, I grab a cold one from the fridge. I earned it today. Cheers to that!