Man, what a day! I swear, being a stockbroker in Nelson is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, it’s all twists and turns. So, let me take ya through this wild ride.
Woke up late, of course. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me, right? Rushed outta my flat on Manchester Rd, barely had time for brekkie. Just grabbed a coffee from that little café on the corner of Every St. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always knows my order. “One flat white, extra shot, mate!” I shout as I dash out.
So, I get to the office on the high street, and it’s already chaos. Phones ringing off the hook. My boss, Dave, is pacing like a caged lion. “Get on it, mate!” he barks. I’m like, “Chill, Dave, I just got here!” But nah, the market’s going nuts. Stocks are up, then down, then sideways. It’s like a bad dance move.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a client. This guy, Steve, is a total drama queen. “My stocks are crashing!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a dip.” But he’s having a meltdown. I mean, come on, it’s just the market being the market. I tell him to hold tight, but he’s not having it.
Next thing, I look out the window on the second floor. There’s a pigeon just chilling on the ledge. I swear, it’s judging me. Like, “What’s your problem, human?” I’m like, “You don’t even know, mate!”
Then, boom! News hits that some big company in Burnley just tanked. I can hear the collective gasp from my colleagues. It’s like we’re all in a horror movie. “What’s next?!” I shout. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m the oracle or something.
I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a kettle about to boil. I grab my phone, start texting my mate Tom. “You won’t believe this day!” I type. He replies with a meme of a cat looking shocked. Classic Tom.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up that chippy on Leeds Rd. Best fish and chips in town, no contest. I order the usual – cod, chips, and mushy peas. The guy behind the counter gives me a wink. “You’re back for more, eh?” I laugh, “Always, mate!”
While I’m munching, I overhear some locals chatting about the weather. “It’s gonna rain, innit?” one says. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s Nelson. What do you expect?” But honestly, I love the rain. It’s like a free shower.
Back at the office, things are still wild. I’m juggling calls, emails, and trying to keep my sanity. Then, I get a message from my sister. “You coming to the pub later?” she asks. I’m like, “If I survive this day, maybe!”
Finally, the clock hits 5 PM. I’m outta there faster than a rat up a drainpipe. I head to The Crown on Manchester Rd. It’s packed, but I find a spot at the bar. “Pint of lager, please!” I say, and the bartender nods.
As I sip my drink, I can’t help but laugh. What a day! Stocks up, stocks down, and a pigeon judging me. I look around, see familiar faces, and it hits me – this is home. Nelson, with its quirky streets and even quirkier people.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more crazy days in this little town! Cheers! 🍻