Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Great Torrington, 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’m a professional orientation dude. Sounds fancy, huh? Basically, I help folks figure out their careers. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that little café on South Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly good scones? Yeah, that place. I’m all set to tackle the day.
So, I’m walking down the High Street, minding my own biz, when I bump into this old mate from school. We start chatting, and he’s like, “Dude, I’m a professional llama trainer now.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, who even knew that was a thing? I’m still trying to wrap my head around it when my phone buzzes. It’s a client. Panic mode activated.
I rush to the library on Bideford Street. It’s usually quiet, but today? Nah, it’s packed. Kids everywhere, running around like they own the place. I can’t even hear myself think. I’m trying to focus on my notes, but all I can hear is this kid screaming about a dragon. A DRAGON! I mean, come on, it’s Great Torrington, not Hogwarts!
Finally, I find a corner, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this.” I’m prepping for a session with a young lad named Jamie. He’s a good kid, but he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. I’m talking to him about career paths, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian. I’m getting frustrated, but then he says, “I wanna be a YouTuber.” I’m like, “Cool, but what about a backup plan?” He just shrugs. Kids these days, right?
After that, I’m feeling a bit defeated. I step outside for some fresh air. The sun’s still shining, but I’m feeling a bit cloudy. I stroll down to the Tarka Trail. It’s beautiful there, all green and stuff. I take a deep breath, and suddenly, I’m hit with this wave of happiness. Nature, man. It’s good for the soul.
But then, outta nowhere, I see this dog chasing a squirrel. And not just any dog—a massive Great Dane. I’m talking about a dog that could probably eat me for breakfast. The squirrel’s darting around, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off. The dog trips over its own feet and goes tumbling. I mean, it’s hilarious! I’m doubled over, tears streaming down my face.
Then, I get a call from my boss. “We need to talk about your performance.” Ugh, seriously? I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy a dog fail in peace?” But no, I have to go back to the office. I’m walking back, and I’m fuming. Why do they always pick the worst times to chat about “performance”?
I finally get to the office on Mill Street, and it’s dead quiet. I sit down, and my boss is all serious. I’m thinking, “This is it. I’m getting fired.” But then, she just wants to discuss my ideas for a new project. I’m like, “Oh, thank goodness!” I pitch my ideas, and she’s actually into them. I’m feeling pumped!
After work, I decide to treat myself. I hit up the pub on the corner of New Street. I order a pint and some fish and chips. Best decision ever! I’m sitting there, enjoying my meal, when I overhear this couple arguing about...wait for it...the best way to cook a potato. I mean, really? Who cares? But it’s so ridiculous, I can’t help but laugh.
By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Great Torrington, you crazy little town, you’ve given me a day full of surprises. From llama trainers to dog fails, and potato debates, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more wild days in this quirky place!