Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an estimator, right? Just your average bloke trying to make sense of numbers and quotes. But today? Today was a whole different kettle of fish.
I woke up in Kippax, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. First off, I’m on my way to the office, and I’m cruising down Station Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and those cheeky kids on bikes? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business when BAM! A pigeon decides to play chicken with my car. I swear, that bird had a death wish. I slam the brakes, and my coffee goes flying. Great start, right?
So, I finally get to the office on High Street, and it’s like a circus in there. My boss, Dave, is pacing like a lion in a cage. He’s all worked up about this big project we’re bidding on. Apparently, we’re up against some fancy firm from Leeds. I mean, come on! Who do they think they are? I’m just trying to estimate costs, not fight a war.
Then, I get a call from a contractor. He’s on Cross Hill and can’t find the site. I’m like, “Dude, it’s right there! Just look for the big red building!” But no, he’s lost. I’m sitting there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “How do you get lost in Kippax?” It’s not that big!
After that, I head out for lunch. I’m thinking a cheeky pie from the local bakery on Main Street. Best pies in town, no contest. But guess what? They’re out of my favorite! I’m standing there, all hangry, and the lady behind the counter is like, “Sorry, love.” I’m like, “Sorry? I need my pie fix!”
So, I settle for a sausage roll. Not the same, but whatever. I’m munching away, and I see this old bloke on the corner of the street. He’s got a sign that says, “Free Hugs.” I’m like, “What the heck?” But then, I think, “Why not?” So, I go over, and this guy gives me the biggest bear hug ever. I’m laughing, and it’s like all the stress just melts away. Kippax, man, it’s got its moments.
Back to the grind. I’m trying to finish this estimate, and my computer decides to crash. Of course! Just my luck. I’m staring at the screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to Dave.
Finally, I get it sorted, and I’m racing against the clock. I’m typing like a madman, and then I hear a commotion outside. I peek out the window on the second floor, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footy in the street. They’re shouting, laughing, and just having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like that that remind me why I love this place.
But then, just as I’m about to hit send on my estimate, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my deadline? I grab my stuff and head outside with everyone else. We’re all standing there, waiting for the fire brigade, and I’m thinking, “This better not be a drill.”
Turns out, it was just some kid messing around with a smoke bomb. Classic Kippax, right? I’m back inside, and I finally send the estimate just in time. I’m sweating bullets, but I did it!
As I’m leaving the office, I bump into my mate, Tom, down at the pub on the corner of Church Lane. He’s like, “You look knackered, mate.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We grab a pint, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up, and I’m just glad to unwind.
So, yeah, Kippax can be a right pain sometimes, but it’s home. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its moments that make you laugh. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of an estimator, right? Cheers!