Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my flat on Main Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” Spoiler alert: it was not.
First off, I’m a stylist, yeah? So, I’m all about that fashion life. I had this big appointment at the Clarkston Community Centre. Some fancy event, right? But I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Hall Road, dodging dog walkers and grumpy old folks. Like, chill, mate! It’s just a jog!
I finally get to the centre, and guess what? The client’s not even there! I’m standing there like a lemon, looking at my watch. Tick-tock, tick-tock. I’m fuming. I mean, I could’ve had a coffee at the café on the corner of Clarkston Road. But nooo, I had to rush.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Jess. She’s like, “Hey, did you hear about the new vintage shop on Busby Road?” I’m like, “No, but I’m about to lose my mind here!” She tells me it’s got killer stuff. I’m thinking, “After this, I’m so checking it out.”
Finally, my client rolls in, looking like a hot mess. I mean, bless her, but girl, what happened? She’s got this wild hair and a dress that looks like it survived a tornado. I’m trying to be professional, but inside, I’m cracking up.
So, I get to work. Hair up, makeup on point. I’m in my zone, right? And then, bam! The fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In the middle of my masterpiece? Everyone’s rushing out, and I’m just standing there, hairdryer in hand, like, “What do I do?”
We all spill out onto the street, and I’m chatting with some other stylists. Turns out, they’re all just as frazzled. One of them, Sarah, is like, “I thought I was gonna die in there!” I’m like, “Girl, same!”
After the drama, we finally get back inside. I finish up my client, and she looks fab. I’m feeling all proud, ya know? But then she drops the bomb. “I can’t pay you today.” WHAT?! I’m about to lose it. I mean, I love my job, but bills don’t pay themselves, right?
I’m trying to keep my cool. “No worries, we can sort this out later.” But inside, I’m screaming. I need a drink.
So, I head over to that new vintage shop on Busby Road. It’s cute! I’m browsing through racks of clothes, and I find this killer jacket. I’m like, “This is so me!” But then I check the price tag. Ouch! My wallet’s crying.
I leave the shop empty-handed, but I’m not done yet. I stroll down to the park on East Kilbride Road. It’s a nice day, and I need to chill. I sit on a bench, watching kids play and dogs chase squirrels. It’s kinda peaceful.
Then, I spot this guy. He’s got the most ridiculous hat on. I mean, who wears a giant sombrero in Clarkston? I can’t help but laugh. He catches me staring and gives me a wink. I’m like, “What’s happening?”
After a while, I decide to head home. I’m exhausted. I walk back down Main Street, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. Ups, downs, and a fire alarm.
I plop down on my couch, grab a takeaway from that little Indian place on the corner, and just breathe. Clarkston, you’re a wild ride. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Tomorrow’s a new day, right? Let’s see what chaos awaits!