Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Kertosono is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Jl. Raya Kertosono. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m used to it.
First stop, grab some breakfast at this little warung on Jl. Diponegoro. Best nasi goreng ever! I mean, I could swim in that stuff. But then, bam! My bike won’t start. Seriously? I’m already late for a job at the old factory near Jl. Pahlawan. I’m sweating bullets, cursing my luck.
Finally, I get it going. Zooming through the streets, dodging potholes like a pro. Kertosono’s got some wild roads, man. I swear, some of these streets look like they’ve been through a war zone. But hey, that’s part of the charm, right?
I get to the site, and it’s chaos. My crew’s already there, but they’re all like, “Dude, where you been?” I’m like, “You know, just saving the world one rusty metal piece at a time.” We start blasting away, and it’s loud. Like, “I can’t hear myself think” loud. But I love it. The grit, the grime, the satisfaction of seeing that metal shine again.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy shows up. He’s all fancy, suit and tie, looking like he just walked off a fashion runway. He starts telling us how to do our job. I’m like, “Bro, you ever blasted anything in your life?” I mean, come on! I’m covered in dust, and he’s acting like he’s the king of Kertosono.
I’m fuming, but I keep it cool. I mean, I can’t lose my job over some suit. But inside, I’m like, “Dude, you have no idea.” I just wanna blast him with my abrasive stuff.
After a while, we take a break. I grab a drink from a nearby stall on Jl. Soekarno. Best coconut water ever! I’m chugging it down, feeling like a champ. Then, I see this little kid selling snacks. He’s got this huge smile, and I can’t help but smile back. Kids in Kertosono are the best. They’ve got this energy that just lifts you up.
Back to work, and we’re blasting away again. Suddenly, the power goes out. Like, seriously? In the middle of a job? I’m ready to lose it. But then, I see the sunset over the rice fields. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and for a second, I forget about the chaos.
But then, the suit guy starts complaining again. I’m like, “Dude, chill! Look at that view!” But he’s too busy being a buzzkill. I just roll my eyes.
Finally, we wrap up the job. I’m exhausted but happy. We did good work. I’m driving home, and I can’t help but think about how wild Kertosono is. The streets, the people, the food. It’s a crazy mix, but it’s home.
I get back, and I’m ready to crash. But then, I remember I promised my buddy I’d hit up that new café on Jl. Merdeka. So, I drag myself out again. The coffee’s strong, and the vibe is chill. I sit there, sipping, thinking about the day.
Kertosono, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of an abrasive blaster. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!