Man, what a day! I swear, Axminster’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. Woke up, sun was shinin’, thought it’d be a chill day. Ha! Not even close.
First off, I’m an estimator, right? So I’m all about numbers, plans, and keeping my head straight. But today? Nah, mate. I’m on my way to the office on Lyme Street, and boom! Roadworks everywhere. Like, seriously? It’s Axminster, not a construction zone! I’m sittin’ there, fumin’ in my car, thinkin’ about how I’m gonna be late.
Finally get to the office, and my boss, Dave, is already on my case. “Where’ve you been?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Axminster! You know how it is!” But he’s not havin’ it. I mean, come on, it’s not like I was out havin’ a pint at The George Inn or somethin’.
So I dive into my work, tryin’ to focus. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Tom. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! The old mill on Mill Lane is bein’ turned into flats!” I’m like, “What? That place is a piece of history!” But hey, money talks, right?
Then, I get a call from a client. They’re all panicky about their project on Chard Street. “We need the estimates ASAP!” they say. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Why do people always wait till the last minute?”
After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the River Axe. It’s beautiful there, you know? The water’s flowin’, birds are chirpin’. For a sec, I forget about the chaos. But then I see a bunch of kids throwin’ stones in the river. I’m like, “Oi! Watch out for the fish!” But they just laugh. Kids, man.
Back to the grind. I’m tryin’ to finish these estimates, but my brain’s all over the place. I keep thinkin’ about that mill. It’s like, what’s next? Are they gonna tear down the old church on Church Street too? I mean, c’mon!
Then, outta nowhere, my computer crashes. Just like that. I’m ready to throw it out the window. “Not today!” I shout. My co-worker, Sarah, just laughs. “You need a break, mate!” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, a break from this madness!”
Finally, I get everything sorted. I send the estimates off, and it feels like a weight’s lifted. But then, I remember I promised to meet my mates at The Axminster Arms later. So I rush outta the office, dodgin’ people on the High Street.
When I get to the pub, it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just happy to be there. I grab a pint and join in. “You lot won’t believe the day I had!” I say. They’re all ears, and I’m spillin’ the tea about the mill, the roadworks, and my computer drama.
By the end of the night, I’m laughin’ so hard my sides hurt. Axminster may be a small town, but it’s got character. And even on the craziest days, it’s home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Axminster, right?