Man, what a day! I woke up in Preston, right? The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ like I’d been hit by a bus. I’m a machinist, you know? So, I’m used to the grind, but today? Today was somethin’ else.
First off, I’m rollin’ down Fishergate, and it’s like the whole city’s still asleep. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’ll get to work early.” But nah, the universe had other plans. I hit a pothole so deep, I thought I’d found a new underground tunnel. My coffee went flyin’, and I’m sittin’ there like a muppet, tryin’ to clean my lap. Brilliant start, right?
So, I finally get to the workshop on Marsh Lane. The lads are already there, crackin’ jokes and laughin’. I’m like, “What’s so funny?” Turns out, they’d been messin’ with the new guy, Dave. Poor bloke thought he was gettin’ a promotion, but they just sent him to get a “long stand.” Classic! I couldn’t help but laugh.
But then, the boss walks in. You know the type—always in a bad mood. He’s like, “Get to work, you lot!” I’m thinkin’, “Mate, it’s 8 AM. Chill out!” But whatever, I grab my tools and dive into the machines.
Now, I’m workin’ on this old lathe, right? It’s a beast. I love it. But today, it starts makin’ this weird noise. Like a cat in a blender. I’m tryin’ to fix it, but it’s just not havin’ it. I’m gettin’ angrier by the second. I swear, if that machine could talk, it’d be laughin’ at me.
Then, outta nowhere, my mate Sam bursts in. He’s all outta breath, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. “You won’t believe it!” he shouts. Turns out, he just saw a fox chillin’ in the middle of the road on A6. A bloody fox! In the middle of Preston! I mean, come on! I’m tryin’ to fix machines, and he’s out there chasin’ wildlife.
After a few hours of wrestlin’ with that lathe, I finally get it sorted. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, the boss comes over, and he’s like, “Good job, but you’re still late on that order.” I could’ve screamed! I mean, I just saved the day! But no, it’s never enough.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starvin’. I head over to the market on Friargate. Best place for a sarnie, I swear. I grab a bacon butty, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, just enjoyin’ life, when I see this old fella tryin’ to cross the street. He’s takin’ his sweet time, and I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, mate, I’ve got a bacon butty to finish!”
But then, he trips. My heart drops. I jump up, run over, and help him up. He’s all grateful and stuff, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just don’t go breakin’ any bones on my watch!” We have a laugh, and it’s a nice moment. Makes ya realize, life’s not all about machines and work, right?
After lunch, I head back to the workshop, and guess what? The lathe’s gone rogue again! I’m ready to throw it out the window. I’m shoutin’ at it like it’s a person. “Why you doin’ this to me?!” The lads are laughin’ again, and I’m just done.
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m knackered, but I feel good. I walk home through Winckley Square, and the sun’s settin’. It’s beautiful, man. I stop for a sec, take it all in. Preston’s got its charm, you know?
I get home, plop on the couch, and think about the day. It was mad, but it was mine. Full of ups and downs, laughs and rants. Just another day in Preston, I guess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!