Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Csorvas, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m an accountant. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But I love numbers. They don’t lie. Unlike people. Anyway, I’m heading down Kossuth Lajos utca, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me. I’m dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Csorvas streets are like a minefield, I swear.
So, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Szabo, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. I walk in, and he’s like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, traffic on Széchenyi utca was a nightmare!” He rolls his eyes. Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break?
Then, I sit down, and my computer decides to throw a tantrum. It freezes. I’m staring at the screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Nope. I’m sweating bullets. I’ve got deadlines, man! I finally get it working, and I’m like, “Phew, crisis averted.” But then, I realize I forgot to save my work. Classic rookie mistake. I could’ve screamed.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up my fave spot, a little joint on Fő utca. They’ve got the best lángos. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. I’m talking to the dog like it’s my therapist. “You get me, buddy.” The owner laughs. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m totally normal.”
But then, the lángos comes, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of drinks. I’m talking soda everywhere. I’m laughing, but also thinking, “Man, that’s gonna be a mess.”
Back to the office, and Mr. Szabo is still on my case. He’s like, “We need those reports by 3 PM.” I’m like, “Chill, man, I got this.” But inside, I’m freaking out. I’m typing like a madman, and my brain’s going a million miles an hour.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Gabor. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pub after work!” I’m like, “Dude, I can’t. I’m drowning in numbers.” But then I think, “Screw it, I need a drink.” So, I text back, “I’m in!”
Finally, 3 PM hits, and I submit the reports. I feel like I just climbed Everest. But then, Mr. Szabo comes over, and he’s like, “Great job!” I’m shocked. Did I just get a compliment? In Csorvas? What’s happening?
After work, I meet Gabor at the pub on Rákóczi utca. It’s packed, and the vibe is lit. We grab a couple of beers, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up, and I’m like, “You have no idea how close I was to losing it.”
As the night goes on, I forget all the stress. We’re laughing, joking, and I’m just happy to be out. Csorvas at night is something else. The lights, the people, the energy. It’s like the city comes alive.
But then, I get a text from my boss. “Need to discuss tomorrow.” I’m like, “Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy one night?” But whatever, I’ll deal with that later.
So, I stumble home, thinking about how crazy today was. From the potholes to the frozen computer, to the drinks spilled everywhere. Csorvas, you never fail to surprise me. I crash into bed, and I’m out like a light.
What a day, man. What a day.