Man, what a day! I swear, Casarano really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring day as an estimator, you know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I hit the streets of Casarano, and let me tell ya, the sun was blazing. I mean, it’s Italy, but c’mon! I was sweating like a sinner in church. I strolled down Via Roma, dodging tourists and locals alike. You ever try to walk past a group of tourists taking selfies? It’s like navigating a minefield.
So, I’m on my way to meet a client at this café on Piazza San Giovanni. Great spot, by the way. They’ve got the best cappuccino. But as I’m walking, I trip over some uneven pavement. Classic Casarano, right? I’m like, “Really? This is how we’re starting?” I almost face-planted.
Finally, I get to the café, and my client is late. Of course. I order my cappuccino, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good, then BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Hey, we need that estimate ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m literally in a café right now!” But whatever, I’m a pro.
After the coffee, I head to this construction site on Via Cavour. It’s a mess. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to build a high-rise in a place where the roads are already a disaster? I’m measuring stuff, and I can’t help but think, “What’s the point of this?” I’m getting frustrated.
Then, outta nowhere, this old guy comes up to me. He’s like, “You’re measuring wrong!” I’m like, “Excuse me?” Turns out, he’s been living here forever and knows every inch of this place. He starts telling me about the history of Casarano, how it used to be a quiet little town. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just trying to do my job!” But I can’t help but listen.
He goes on about the old churches and the beautiful countryside. I mean, Casarano is stunning, with its rolling hills and olive groves. I get it. But I’m still stuck here with my tape measure.
After that, I finally get my estimates done. I’m feeling accomplished, but then I realize I left my notes at the café. Ugh! I sprint back, dodging more tourists. I swear, if I see one more selfie stick, I’m gonna lose it.
I get to the café, and thank the heavens, my notes are still there. I grab them and head back to the office. But wait! I see this street performer on Via Garibaldi. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I stop for a sec, and it hits me—this is why I love Casarano. The vibe, the people, the unexpected moments.
I toss a couple of euros in his hat and keep moving. Finally, I get back to the office, and my boss is like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “You wouldn’t believe the day I had!”
So yeah, Casarano, you wild city. You made me laugh, you made me mad, and you surprised me. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of an estimator, right?