Man, what a day! I swear, being an auditor in Borgo-San-Lorenzo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how’s there so much gridlock? I’m stuck behind this old lady in a Fiat. Bless her heart, but she was going like 10 km/h. I could’ve walked faster! I’m honking, yelling, “Move it, lady!” but she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes.
Finally, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. I’m already late. My boss, Marco, is pacing like a caged lion. He’s all, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Borgo-San-Lorenzo! You know how it is!” But he’s not having it. He throws a stack of papers at me. “Audit these!” Great. Just what I wanted.
So, I dive into the numbers. And let me tell ya, they were a mess. I found discrepancies everywhere! Like, how do you lose 5,000 euros? I mean, c’mon! I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up my fave spot, Pizzeria Da Gigi on Via della Libertà. Best pizza in town, no cap. I order a margherita, and while I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. I’m talking to the dog, like it’s my therapist. “Life’s tough, buddy.” The owner laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m losing my mind over here.”
Then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s Marco again. “We need to talk.” Oh great, what now? I rush back, pizza in hand, and he’s got this serious face. Turns out, the discrepancies? They’re not just mistakes. Someone’s been skimming off the top! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” My heart’s racing. This is big.
I spend the next few hours digging deeper. I’m in the zone, fueled by pizza and adrenaline. I’m pacing around the office, muttering to myself. “Who would do this? In Borgo-San-Lorenzo?!” I mean, it’s a small town! Everyone knows everyone!
Finally, I find the smoking gun. A name pops up. I can’t believe it. It’s someone I know! I’m like, “No way! Not them!” My mind’s racing. I’m angry, shocked, and a bit sad. How could they?
By the time I wrap up, it’s dark outside. I step out onto Via della Repubblica, and the town’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, but I’m still fuming. I need a drink. I swing by Bar Centrale. The bartender, Luca, knows me well. “Rough day?” he asks. I nod, downing a spritz like it’s water.
As I sit there, I think about Borgo-San-Lorenzo. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart. The people, the streets, the vibe. I love it here, even when it drives me nuts. I mean, where else can you find a cute dog, a killer pizza, and a scandal all in one day?
So, I head home, exhausted but alive. Tomorrow’s another day, and I’ll tackle it like a champ. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. What a wild ride!