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.
Started off on the wrong foot. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic! Rushed outta my flat on Wells Road, barely had time for a cuppa. I mean, who can function without tea? Not me, that’s for sure.
So, I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets of Mendip. The air’s crisp, but I’m sweating bullets. I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need, a lovely view while I’m late for work.”
Finally get to the office on High Street, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. Like, a proper grumpy cat. He’s all like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Mate, it’s Mendip! Traffic’s a nightmare!” But he’s not having it. So, I just nod and pretend to care.
Then, the real fun begins. I’m knee-deep in estimates for this big project, right? It’s a renovation on a place near the Mendip Hills. Beautiful area, but the client? Ugh. They want everything done yesterday. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician!”
Outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s at the pub on The Square, sending me pics of pints. I’m like, “Really, Dave? I’m stuck here!” But I can’t help but chuckle. That’s classic Dave.
Anyway, I finally finish the estimates. I’m feeling pretty chuffed, but then I realize I’ve made a typo. A big one. I quoted the wrong price! My heart drops. I’m sweating again. I rush to fix it, but my computer freezes. Of course, it does! Just my luck.
After what feels like an eternity, I get it sorted. I send it off, and I’m like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there.” But then, I get an email back. The client wants to meet. Today. Right now. I’m thinking, “Are you kidding me?”
So, I hop back on my bike, racing down to the meeting spot on The Parade. I’m dodging pedestrians like I’m in some sort of video game. I finally get there, and the client’s late. Typical! I’m standing there, looking like a right muppet.
When they finally show up, they’re all smiles. I’m like, “You’ve got to be joking.” We sit down, and they start throwing ideas at me. “What if we add a swimming pool?” I’m thinking, “In Mendip? You’re mad!” But I nod along, trying to keep my cool.
After an hour of back and forth, I’m exhausted. I just want to go home. But then, they drop the bomb. “We want to start next week.” I nearly choke on my drink. “Next week?!” I’m thinking, “Do I look like I have a magic wand?”
Finally, I wrap it up, and I’m outta there. I cycle back, and the sun’s setting over the hills. It’s actually stunning. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “This is why I love Mendip.”
But then, I remember I still gotta finish some paperwork. So, I head home, plop down on my couch, and just crash. What a day, right? I’m knackered, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Mendip’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen!