Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a dental tech, right? Just your average bloke in Basford, UK, trying to make a living. But today? Phew, it was a rollercoaster.
Started off at the crack of dawn. I’m talking like 6 AM. I’m dragging my sorry self outta bed, half-asleep, and I spill my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Brilliant, just what I needed.” So, I throw on a hoodie and dash out the door.
Basford’s streets are a maze, I swear. I’m zooming down Highbury Road, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Honestly, the roads here could use some serious TLC. I mean, come on, it’s 2023! Anyway, I finally get to the lab, and it’s buzzing.
First patient of the day? A kid named Tommy. Cute little fella, but man, he was a handful. He’s bouncing off the walls, and I’m just trying to get him to sit still. “Tommy, mate, I’m not a magician, just a dental tech!” I say. He giggles, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clown.”
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s stuck at the pub on Nottingham Road. Apparently, he lost a bet and has to wear a chicken suit. I can’t even! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my tools. “You’re a legend, mate!” I text back.
After Tommy, I get a call from my boss. “We need you to do a rush job on a crown,” he says. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?” But I’m on it. I grab my stuff and head to the back.
While I’m working, I hear a commotion outside. I peek out the window on Station Road, and there’s a bunch of kids playing football. One of ‘em kicks the ball, and it smashes into a car. Oof! The owner comes out, fuming. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a show.”
The kids scatter like cockroaches. Classic! But then, the car owner starts yelling. I’m like, “Chill, mate! It’s just a ball!” But he’s not having it. I can’t help but chuckle.
Finally, I finish the crown. It’s a beauty! I’m feeling all proud, like I just won the lottery. But then, I realize I’ve got a meeting with a supplier. Ugh! I rush over to the café on Basford Lane, and I’m sweating bullets.
I get there, and the guy’s late. Typical! I’m sitting there, sipping a flat white, and I’m just thinking about how I could’ve been at home, binge-watching Netflix. But no, I’m here, waiting.
When he finally shows up, he’s all flustered. “Sorry, mate, traffic was mad!” he says. I’m like, “You’re in Basford, not London!” But whatever, we get down to business.
After the meeting, I’m walking back, and I spot this little park on the corner of Peveril Road. I decide to take a breather. I sit on a bench, and it hits me—this place is home. The quirky shops, the friendly faces, even the dodgy kebab van. It’s all part of the charm.
But then, I hear a loud crash. I look up, and it’s a delivery van that just backed into a lamppost. I can’t even! The driver hops out, looking like he’s seen a ghost. I’m cracking up. “You alright, mate?” I shout. He just shakes his head.
By the time I get back to the lab, I’m exhausted. But there’s a surprise waiting for me. My colleagues threw a mini party for my birthday! I’m like, “You guys are legends!” Cake, balloons, the works. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
So, yeah, that was my day in Basford. Full of ups and downs, laughter and chaos. Just another day in the life of a dental tech, I guess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!