Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Candiolo, 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 Via Roma, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Like, come on, lady, I got places to be! I finally get to the office on Via Torino, and guess what? The coffee machine’s broken. Ugh! I need my caffeine fix, or I’m basically a zombie.
So, I’m grumpy, right? I sit down, and my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, can you handle the meeting with the new client?” Sure, no prob. Except I haven’t even had my coffee yet! I’m like, “Yeah, totally!” while internally screaming.
Then, I remember the client’s name. It’s some fancy dude from Milan. Great. I’m gonna embarrass myself. I mean, I can barely pronounce “Candiolo” half the time, and now I gotta impress Mr. Milan? No pressure, right?
Anyway, I’m prepping for the meeting, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In Candiolo? I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Everyone’s panicking, running out of the building. I’m just standing there, like, “Do I grab my laptop or my bag?” Priorities, people!
Finally, we’re outside, and I see my coworker, Marco, trying to calm everyone down. He’s waving his arms like a madman. I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, it’s just a fire drill!” But no, it’s not. Turns out, someone burnt their toast in the break room. Classic.
After the chaos, we finally get back inside. I’m sweating bullets, and guess what? The client’s already waiting. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I try to play it cool, but I’m pretty sure I look like a hot mess.
The meeting starts, and I’m talking about our project. I’m on a roll, feeling good, and then—BAM! My phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. “Did you remember to feed the cat?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in a meeting!” But she doesn’t care. Typical.
Anyway, I finish the meeting, and it actually goes well! I’m surprised. Mr. Milan even smiles. I’m thinking, “Maybe Candiolo isn’t so bad after all.” But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Of course! I forgot my umbrella.
So, I’m sprinting down Via Torino, soaked to the bone. I pass by the park, and I see kids playing. They’re having a blast, and I’m just there, looking like a drowned rat. I can’t help but smile, though. Kids have it figured out.
Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and my cat, Pesto, jumps on me. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, did you miss me?” He just stares at me like, “Where’s my food?” Typical cat.
So, yeah, that was my day in Candiolo. Full of surprises, chaos, and a bit of joy. I’m beat, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Candiolo, you crazy little town, you keep me on my toes!