Man, what a day! I swear, being a stockbroker in Petone is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Jackson St. You know the one? The barista there, Sam, always messes up my order. I mean, how hard is it to remember I want a flat white, not a long black? But whatever, I’m not here to start a war over coffee. I down it and head to the office.
So, I’m at my desk on the corner of Victoria and Cuba St, and boom! The market opens. Stocks are flying up and down like they’re on a trampoline. I’m sweating bullets. My phone’s buzzing like crazy. Clients are freaking out. “Sell! Buy! What’s happening?!” I’m like, “Chill, fam! It’s just the market being the market.” But inside, I’m losing it.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s at the Petone foreshore, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What’s so special? A seagull stealing chips?” But nah, he’s talking about some massive yacht that just rolled in. Apparently, it’s owned by some tech billionaire. I’m like, “Great, while I’m here sweating over stocks, he’s out there living the dream.”
Anyway, back to the grind. I’m juggling calls, trying to keep my cool. Then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A car has smashed into a lamppost on the corner of Petone Ave. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t people drive?” But then I see the driver hop out, and it’s this old dude, probably in his 80s, laughing like he just won the lottery. I can’t help but chuckle. Maybe I should take life less seriously, right?
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up that fish and chips place on The Esplanade. Best in Petone, hands down. I order the usual – a scoop of chips and a piece of fish. While I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing about something ridiculous. I mean, who fights over the last piece of kumara? But hey, love is weird, right?
After lunch, I’m back at it. The market’s still a mess. I’m trying to keep my clients calm, but it’s like herding cats. Then, I get a notification that one of my stocks just tanked. I’m like, “No way! Not today!” I can feel my blood pressure rising. I’m pacing around the office, muttering to myself. “Why did I even invest in that?!”
But then, just when I think it can’t get worse, I get a message from my boss. He wants to meet. My heart sinks. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m about to get chewed out.” But when we sit down, he’s actually in a good mood. He tells me I’ve been doing a great job. I’m like, “Wait, what?!” I mean, I was ready for a lecture, not a pat on the back.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sunset over the harbor is stunning. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. Petone’s got this vibe, you know? The sea breeze, the sound of waves, and the distant chatter of people enjoying life.
I head home, thinking about how wild today was. I mean, from coffee disasters to car crashes, and yacht sightings to market meltdowns. Petone, you never fail to surprise me. I plop down on my couch, ready to binge-watch something mindless. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill. Cheers, Petone! You crazy, but I love ya!