Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment in Caesarea, 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 running late. Classic me. I sprint down HaYarkon Street, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I mean, come on, people! It’s not a museum, it’s a street! Anyway, I finally get to the office, and my phone’s blowing up. My boss, Yael, is like, “Where are you?!” I’m like, “Chill, I’m here!” But she’s already in a mood.
So, I get in, and the first thing I see is the coffee machine. It’s broken. Ugh! I can’t function without my morning caffeine fix. I’m about to lose it. I mean, who even breaks a coffee machine? It’s like breaking a promise. Just wrong.
Then, I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about some event we’re planning at the amphitheater. You know, the one that’s been there since Roman times? Yeah, that one. They want changes, like, yesterday. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a fast-food joint!” But they don’t get it.
I’m pacing around the office, trying to keep my cool. I step outside for a breather, and wow, the view! The Mediterranean is sparkling like a diamond. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I’m like, “Okay, life’s not so bad.” But then I remember the client. Back to reality.
I head down to the beach later. I mean, it’s Caesarea! The beach is calling my name. I grab a quick falafel from a stand on HaNamal Street. Best falafel ever, by the way. I’m munching away, and this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, excuse me, this is MY lunch! I wave my arms like a crazy person, and the bird just stares at me. Rude.
After that, I go back to the office, and guess what? Yael’s still in a mood. She’s like, “We need to fix this event NOW!” I’m like, “Okay, let’s brainstorm.” But she’s not having it. I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.
Finally, I manage to calm her down. We come up with a plan, and I’m feeling good. But then, my coworker, Amir, spills coffee all over the plans. I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!” It’s like a comedy of errors.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I walk home along the ancient ruins, and I can’t help but think about how much history is around me. Like, people walked these streets thousands of years ago. And here I am, just trying to survive a Monday.
I get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a day! I mean, who knew being an office manager in Caesarea could be so wild? I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. It’s my crazy life, and I love it.