Man, what a day! I swear, Eston really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another boring day as an estimator. You know, crunchin’ numbers, lookin’ at blueprints, all that jazz. But nah, Eston had other plans for me.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down High Street, right? Just mindin’ my own biz, when BAM! A pigeon dive-bombs my car. Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to get to work, and this feathered menace is out for blood. I mean, come on, mate! I’m not a target practice for your avian army!
So, I finally park up near Eston Square. It’s a bit of a dodgy area, but hey, it’s home. I hop out, and the smell of fish and chips hits me. Can’t resist, right? I grab a portion from that little chippy on the corner of Eston Road. Best in town, no cap. I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ all good, when I see this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to cross the road, but he’s movin’ slower than a snail on a Sunday stroll. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, mate, you’re not a statue!”
Anyway, I finish my grub and head to the site. It’s on South Bank Road, and let me tell ya, it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ bricks everywhere, mud, and a whole lotta chaos. My boss, Dave, is already there, lookin’ like he’s just seen a ghost. Turns out, the contractor messed up the measurements. Classic, right? I’m like, “What did you expect? This is Eston!”
I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’. I mean, how hard is it to measure stuff? It’s not rocket science! So, I start recalculatin’ everything, and my brain’s goin’ a mile a minute. I can feel the stress buildin’ up. I’m like, “If I mess this up, I’m toast!”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Not just a drizzle, but full-on torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, really? This is how my day’s goin’? I’m just tryin’ to do my job, and the weather’s throwin’ a tantrum.
But then, something wild happens. I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, runnin’ around in the rain, laughin’ his head off. He’s splashin’ in puddles like it’s the best day ever. And I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” It’s like he’s remindin’ me that life’s too short to be all serious. So, I take a deep breath, shake off the stress, and get back to work.
After a few hours of chaos, we finally get it sorted. I’m feelin’ like a champ, even if I’m still drippin’ wet. I head back to the office, and on the way, I pass by Eston Cemetery. It’s a bit eerie, but there’s somethin’ peaceful about it. I stop for a sec, thinkin’ about how life’s a rollercoaster. One minute you’re up, the next you’re down.
Finally, I get home, and I’m knackered. But I can’t help but smile. Eston, with all its quirks and craziness, is my kinda place. It’s got character, ya know? I plop down on the couch, grab a cold one, and just chill. What a day, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.