Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a machinist, right? Just your average bloke working in Plympton, UK. You know, the place where the River Plym kinda meanders through and all that? Yeah, that’s my turf.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already regretting life choices. I mean, who decided mornings were a good idea? Anyway, I grab a cuppa and head out. The streets are all quiet, like, eerily quiet. I’m walking down St. Maurice Road, and I swear, I see a cat just staring at me. Like, what’s up with that? Is it judging me?
I get to the workshop, and it’s chaos. Absolute chaos. My mate Dave’s already there, looking like he’s been through a blender. “Oi, mate! You won’t believe what happened!” he yells. I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a haircut?” Nah, turns out the CNC machine went haywire. Like, it was spitting out parts like confetti. I’m talking metal bits everywhere.
So, we spend the morning trying to fix it. I’m under the machine, covered in grease, and I’m thinking, “This is my life now.” Then, outta nowhere, the boss walks in. He’s all, “What’s going on here?” I’m like, “Just a little party, boss! You should join!” He didn’t laugh. Typical.
After we finally get the machine sorted, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to Plympton’s little park, you know, the one by the Plympton St. Maurice Church? It’s got this lovely little pond. I sit there, just chillin’, and I see this old bloke feeding ducks. I’m like, “That’s the life, innit?” Just him and his bread crumbs.
But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, this kid runs past, chasing a football. He kicks it, and it goes straight into the pond. The ducks freak out, and I’m cracking up. The old guy’s not impressed, though. He’s like, “Oi! Watch it, you little rascal!” Classic Plympton moment, right?
So, I head back to work, and the afternoon’s a blur. We’re cranking out parts like there’s no tomorrow. I’m sweating like a pig, and my phone buzzes. It’s my missus. “Dinner’s at 7, don’t be late!” she texts. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”
But then, just as I’m about to leave, I hear this loud bang. I’m thinking, “Great, what now?” Turns out, one of the lads dropped a whole stack of metal sheets. I’m talking a mountain of metal. I’m fuming. “Can’t you lot do anything right?” I shout.
Finally, I clock out and head home. I’m knackered. I walk down the High Street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, kids running about, and I’m just trying to dodge them like it’s a game of Frogger. I stop by the chippy, ‘cause, you know, priorities. Can’t beat a good fish and chips after a day like that.
I get home, and my missus is there, all smiles. “You made it!” she says. I’m like, “Barely.” We sit down for dinner, and I’m just rambling about my day. She’s laughing at the duck incident, and I’m like, “You had to be there!”
By the end of the night, I’m just grateful. Plympton’s got its quirks, but it’s home. Even with the chaos, the ducks, and the mad kids, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a machinist, right?