Man, what a day! I swear, Collepasso is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring audit day. Boy, was I wrong!
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Coffee shops everywhere. I grabbed a cappuccino from that little place, Bar Centrale. Best coffee in town, no joke. But the barista? She was in a mood. Like, chill, lady! It’s just coffee!
So, I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all fancy, when I get a call. My boss, of course. “You gotta check the books at that new restaurant, La Dolce Vita.” Ugh, fine! I was just about to enjoy my morning.
I stroll over to the restaurant, and let me tell ya, it’s packed! Like, who knew Collepasso had this many foodies? I walk in, and the smell hits me. Fresh pasta, garlic, and something sweet. I’m drooling. But I gotta focus.
I start my audit, and things are looking sketchy. I mean, come on! The receipts don’t match up. I’m like, “Did you guys even keep track of your sales?” The owner, Marco, is sweating bullets. He’s all, “It’s just a little mistake!” A little mistake? More like a huge mess!
Then, outta nowhere, a delivery guy bursts in. He’s got this massive pizza box. I’m thinking, “Dude, wrong place!” But no, it’s for the staff. They start munching while I’m trying to work. I’m like, “Really? You’re eating pizza while I’m here auditing your chaos?”
After that, I head down to Via San Giovanni. It’s quieter there, thank goodness. I needed a breather. But then I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop for a sec, and it’s like the whole world fades away. Just me, the music, and the vibe of Collepasso.
But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. “How’s the audit going?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a concert!” But I can’t say that. So, I just mumble something about “progress.”
Next, I decide to grab lunch at a little trattoria on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. The food? Amazing! I order some orecchiette. It’s like a hug in a bowl. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a mess.
After lunch, I’m back to the grind. I head to the town hall on Piazza della Libertà. It’s a beautiful square, but I’m not here for sightseeing. I need records. I walk in, and the clerk is super grumpy. “What do you want?” she snaps. I’m like, “Wow, good morning to you too!”
Finally, I get the info I need, but it’s a hassle. I’m sweating, my shirt’s a disaster, and I’m just done. I step outside, and it’s like the sun is mocking me.
But then, I see a group of kids playing soccer in the square. They’re laughing, having a blast. It hits me. Life’s too short to stress over audits. I smile, watch them for a bit, and it’s like my mood lifts.
As I walk back to my car, I can’t help but think about Collepasso. It’s quirky, it’s chaotic, but it’s home. I love the streets, the people, the food. Even the grumpy clerk has her charm.
So yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. Angry, happy, surprised—everything in between. But that’s what makes it real, right? Collepasso, you’ve got my heart, even if you drive me nuts sometimes!