Man, what a day! I swear, Szabadszallas really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring audit day. You know, the usual snooze-fest. But nah, not today!
First off, I hit the road on Kossuth Lajos utca. Traffic was a nightmare. Like, seriously? It’s a small town! Why’s everyone and their grandma out today? I’m just trying to get to the office, not audition for a role in a slow-motion car chase.
Finally made it to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Szabo, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. I mean, chill dude! It’s just numbers! But no, he’s all about “we need to be precise” and “the clients are counting on us.” Ugh, I get it, but c’mon!
So, I dive into the audit. I’m knee-deep in spreadsheets, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Gabor. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on Petőfi utca!” I’m like, “I can’t, I’m drowning in numbers!” But he’s persistent. “They have the best coffee!”
I finally cave. I mean, who can resist good coffee? I sprint over to Petőfi utca, dodging pedestrians like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. The café is packed! I squeeze in, and wow, the aroma hits me like a freight train. I order a cappuccino, and it’s like liquid happiness. Seriously, I could’ve cried.
But then, bam! My phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. “Where are you?” Oh great, now I’m in trouble. I rush back, coffee in hand, trying not to spill it everywhere. I get back, and Mr. Szabo’s waiting. He gives me that look. You know the one. The “you better have a good excuse” look.
I’m like, “I was just…uh…researching coffee trends?” He rolls his eyes. Classic Szabo.
Back to the grind. I’m staring at these numbers, and suddenly, I notice something off. Like, really off. I’m talking major red flags. My heart races. I’m thinking, “This can’t be right!” I call in my colleague, Anna. She’s the queen of audits. If anyone can spot a mistake, it’s her.
We’re both staring at the screen, and I’m sweating bullets. “Did you see this?” I ask. She’s like, “No way!” We dig deeper, and it turns out, there’s a huge discrepancy. I’m freaking out. This could be bad news.
After what feels like an eternity, we figure it out. It’s a simple clerical error. Phew! I could’ve hugged Anna. Instead, I just high-fived her.
But the day’s not over yet. I head out for a breather, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there on Szabadszallas’s main square, looking like a drowned rat. I can’t help but laugh. This day is just ridiculous!
I duck into a little shop on the corner of Rákóczi utca. The owner, an old lady, offers me a towel. “You look like you need it, dear.” I’m like, “You have no idea!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me stories about Szabadszallas. It’s charming, really.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about how crazy today was. From audits to coffee to rain, it was a rollercoaster. Szabadszallas, you wild little town, you never cease to amaze me!
I plop down on my couch, and all I can think is, “What’s tomorrow gonna bring?”