Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Caldiero is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road down Via Roma. Traffic was a mess! Like, come on, people! It’s not a parking lot! I’m sittin’ there, honking my horn, and this dude on a scooter zooms past me like he’s in a race. I’m like, “Bro, chill! You’re not in the MotoGP!”
Finally, I get to the job site. It’s this old building on Via San Giovanni. You know, the one that looks like it’s been through a war? Yeah, that one. I’m all geared up, ready to blast away the grime. But then, surprise! The compressor decides to take a nap. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, fuming. I could’ve sworn I heard it snoring.
While I’m waiting, I start chatting with this old guy, Giovanni. He’s been around forever, knows all the gossip. He tells me about the time Caldiero had a huge festival. Apparently, they had this giant fountain in Piazza della Libertà that spewed wine instead of water. I’m like, “Dude, why wasn’t I born then?”
After what felt like an eternity, the compressor finally wakes up. I’m blasting away, and it feels good. The dust is flying, and I’m in my zone. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to dive-bomb me. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. I duck, and the blasted thing misses me by inches! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Nice try, bird!”
Then, I take a break and grab a slice at that little pizzeria on Via della Libertà. You know the one? The one with the best margherita in town? I’m munching away, and this kid comes in, all excited about the gelato. He’s bouncing around like a pinball. I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, ya know?
But then, I get back to work, and guess what? The owner shows up. He’s all like, “Make it shine!” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not a car, it’s a building!” But whatever, I’m on it. I’m blasting away, and I see this old lady watching from across the street. She’s giving me the thumbs up. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a rockstar!”
As the day goes on, I’m feeling pumped. But then, BAM! My hose gets tangled, and I trip. I go down like a sack of potatoes. I’m lying there, covered in dust, and I hear this laughter. It’s Giovanni again! “You okay, champ?” I can’t help but laugh too. “Just testing the ground, man!”
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m exhausted but happy. I pack up my gear and head down Via San Zeno. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I stop for a sec, take it all in. Caldiero’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chaotic but beautiful.
I get home, and I’m beat. But I can’t stop smiling. Today was wild. I mean, who else can say they dodged a pigeon and tripped over their own hose in the same day? Just another day in the life of an abrasive blaster in Caldiero. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!