Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Penrith is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First job was on Castle Street. Nice little house, proper quaint. I’m there, mindin’ my own business, when the homeowner, let’s call him Dave, starts yappin’ about how he wants this fancy glass installed. I’m like, “Mate, it’s just glass.” But nah, he’s got this whole vision. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but inside I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the Louvre!”
So, I’m cuttin’ the glass, right? And then BAM! The bloody thing slips. Shatters everywhere! Glass bits flyin’ like confetti at a wedding. I’m standin’ there, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m gonna have to pay for that. But Dave? He just laughs! Like, what’s wrong with this bloke? I’m panicking, and he’s chucklin’ like it’s a comedy show.
After that, I head over to the other side of town, near the railway station. You know, that area’s always buzzing. I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a quick cuppa at the café on Sandgate. But guess what? It’s closed! Closed! I’m like, “What kind of café shuts at 10 AM?” So, I settle for a dodgy vending machine. I swear, the coffee tasted like it was brewed in a sock.
Then, I get a call from my mate, Tom. He’s stuck on the M6, and he’s supposed to help me with this big job on Duke Street. I’m like, “You serious, mate? You can’t be late!” But he’s stuck in traffic, and I’m left to handle this massive window on my own. I’m sweating bullets, cursing the day I decided to be a glazier.
Finally, I get to Duke Street. The house is huge, like a castle or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth it.” I start measuring, and just when I think I’m in the clear, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and there’s a bloody pigeon! It flew right into the scaffolding! I’m not even joking. The thing looked dazed, like it just got hit by a bus.
I’m tryin’ to focus, but now I’m worried about this poor bird. I mean, it’s Penrith, not a wildlife sanctuary! I’m half tempted to call the RSPCA, but then I remember I’ve got a job to do. So, I get back to work, and finally, Tom shows up. He’s all flustered, like he just ran a marathon.
We get the window in, and it’s lookin’ good. I’m feelin’ proud, ya know? But then, just as we’re about to finish, the homeowner comes out. She’s fuming! Apparently, we scratched her new paint job. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a construction site! What did you expect?” But she’s not havin’ it.
By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I head to the pub on the corner of Great Dockray. I need a pint, like, yesterday. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “Rough day, mate?” I just nod. He pours me a cold one, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some peace.”
But then, the footie match is on, and the place is packed. Everyone’s shoutin’ and laughin’. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that make the chaos worth it. Penrith might drive me mad sometimes, but it’s home.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, pigeons and paint jobs. Just another day in the life of a glazier in Penrith. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!