Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Upper-Riccarton, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the local café on Riccarton Rd. You know the one, right? The one with the best flat whites. I’m all set to grab my caffeine fix. But guess what? The barista spills my coffee all over the counter. Like, come on! I’m not made of money! I just wanted my morning jolt, not a coffee shower. I’m standing there, fuming, while she’s apologizing like it’s the end of the world. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But still, I’m like, “Dude, I need that to function!”
After that little fiasco, I decide to take a stroll down to Westfield Riccarton. Gotta clear my head, ya know? I’m walking down Clarence St, and I see this massive crowd. Turns out, there’s a pop-up market! Fresh produce, crafts, and all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Sweet, maybe today’s turning around.” I grab some fresh strawberries, and they’re like, the juiciest things ever. I’m munching away, feeling all happy and stuff.
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a dude trying to sell his “magic” rocks. Like, seriously? Magic rocks? I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-rolling my eyes. He’s going on about how they’ll bring you good luck. I’m like, “Bro, I just need a job, not a rock!” But hey, to each their own, right?
So, I keep wandering around, and I bump into an old mate from uni. We start chatting about the economy, of course. I mean, I’m an economist, so it’s kinda my thing. We’re standing there on the corner of Kilmarnock Rd, and he’s ranting about inflation. I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, can we talk about something else? Like, I dunno, the weather?” But nah, we dive deep into the rabbit hole of economic theories. It’s like a never-ending loop of numbers and graphs. My brain’s about to explode!
Then, just when I think I can escape, I get a text from my boss. “Need those reports ASAP!” Ugh, seriously? I’m in the middle of Upper-Riccarton, trying to enjoy life! But nooo, the economy waits for no one. So, I rush back home, dodging people on the footpath like I’m in some sort of obstacle course.
Finally, I plop down at my desk, and I’m staring at my computer. The reports are due in an hour. I’m typing like a madman, fingers flying over the keys. I’m sweating bullets, and I can feel the panic rising. I’m like, “Why did I choose this career?” But then I remember, I love it. I love the numbers, the trends, the chaos of it all.
Just as I hit send, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate again, inviting me out for drinks at The Riccarton Club. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I need a break after this rollercoaster of a day. So, I throw on some decent clothes and head out.
The vibe at the club is lit! Everyone’s laughing, and I’m finally relaxing. I grab a drink and join in on the banter. We’re talking about everything from the latest footy match to the weirdest things we’ve seen in Upper-Riccarton. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my drink.
As the night goes on, I realize that despite the chaos, today was pretty epic. I mean, who knew a day could swing from coffee disasters to magic rocks to economic debates? Upper-Riccarton, you’ve got my heart. You’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Upper-Riccarton, full of surprises and a whole lotta laughs. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!