Man, what a day! I swear, being a machine milking operator in Bir-el-Maksur is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the cows. Yeah, cows. They’re my life.
I grab my coffee from the corner shop on HaShalom Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. The guy there, Yossi, he knows how to brew it strong. I’m chugging it down, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Amir. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, what now?
So, I rush over to the market on HaYarden Street. And let me tell ya, it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over veggies and stuff. I’m dodging folks like I’m in a video game. Then I see it. A goat. Just chillin’ in the middle of the street. Like, what? Who lets their goat roam free? I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, dude, keep your goat on a leash!
Anyway, I finally make it to the milking station. It’s a hot mess. Machines are beeping, cows are mooing, and I’m just trying to keep it together. I’m sweating like crazy. The smell? Ugh, let’s not even go there. But hey, it’s my job, right?
So, I’m working the machines, and suddenly, one of them goes haywire. I’m like, “No, no, no!” It’s spraying milk everywhere! I’m slipping and sliding, trying to fix it. I’m covered in milk, looking like a dairy disaster. My coworkers are laughing their butts off. I’m mad, but also kinda laughing. It’s ridiculous!
After that chaos, I take a break. I head to the park on HaNesher Street. Just need to breathe, ya know? I sit on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Bir-el-Maksur back in the day. Like, did you know this place used to be a big agricultural hub? Crazy! I’m just nodding, but inside I’m thinking, “Man, I just wanna chill.”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I dash back to the station, soaked. My boss sees me and just shakes his head. Classic.
The day drags on, and I’m exhausted. But then, something amazing happens. A little girl comes in with her dad. She’s holding a tiny calf. She’s so excited, and it’s contagious! I can’t help but smile. She’s like, “Look, mister! It’s a baby cow!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, kid, I know. I work with them!” But her joy? It’s pure magic.
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m heading home, and I can’t stop thinking about that little girl. She reminded me why I love this job. It’s not just about the machines or the milk. It’s about the connection to the land, the animals, and the people.
As I walk down HaGalil Street, I see the sunset. It’s beautiful, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I take a deep breath, feeling grateful. Bir-el-Maksur, you’re wild, but you’re home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another crazy day in Bir-el-Maksur!