Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Wattle St, right? The sun was blaring through my curtains like it was auditioning for a role in a bad rom-com. I was like, “Ugh, not today!” But ya know, life doesn’t care about your plans.
First thing, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic me, right? I was already late for work at the council office on Don Buck Rd. I mean, who even invented mornings? I rushed out, looking like a hot mess. The bus was late, of course. I stood there at the bus stop, feeling like a total loser.
Finally, the bus rolls up, and it’s packed. I squeezed in, and some dude’s armpit was basically in my face. Thanks, Massey-East public transport! I was trying to breathe through my mouth, but it was a losing battle.
When I got to work, the office was buzzing. Everyone was talking about the new park opening on the corner of Westgate Dr and Don Buck Rd. Apparently, they’re putting in a playground and a dog park. I mean, that’s cool and all, but I was just trying to survive my day.
Then, my boss, Karen (ugh, Karen), calls me into her office. She’s like, “We need to discuss the budget for the new park.” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just spilled coffee on myself and survived a bus ride from hell. Can we not?” But no, she drags me into this whole budget meeting.
I’m sitting there, doodling on my notepad, trying to focus. But all I can think about is how I need to get outta there. I mean, who cares about the budget? Just build the park already!
After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally wrapped up. I dashed out, ready to grab some lunch. I hit up the local café on the corner of Westgate and Don Buck. Best flat whites in town, no joke. I ordered my usual, and the barista, Sam, was like, “You look like you need this.” I laughed and said, “You have no idea!”
So, I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and I overhear this convo about a new art installation at the Massey-East Community Centre. Apparently, it’s gonna be a big deal. I’m like, “Wow, that’s actually kinda cool.” I mean, art in Massey-East? Who would’ve thought?
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my mate, Jake. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the pub tonight. It’s gonna be epic!” I’m torn. I wanna go, but I also have this massive pile of work waiting for me.
I decide to be a rebel and text back, “I’m in!” I mean, life’s too short, right? So, I head back to the office, and I’m like a whirlwind of productivity. I crank out reports like a machine.
Finally, 5 PM rolls around, and I’m outta there. I meet up with Jake at the pub on the corner of Westgate and Don Buck. The vibe is lit! We’re laughing, joking, and I’m finally feeling like myself again.
But then, the unexpected happens. A guy walks in, and he’s wearing a full-on chicken suit. I’m not even kidding. The whole pub goes silent, and then erupts in laughter. I’m dying. Like, who does that?
The chicken dude starts dancing, and I’m just sitting there, thinking, “This is Massey-East, man. Only here.”
As the night goes on, I realize how much I love this place. The quirks, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
So yeah, that was my day. From coffee spills to chicken suits, it was a rollercoaster. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Massey-East, you crazy, but I love ya!