Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Cumiana is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are 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 a Tuesday, not a Sunday stroll! I’m sittin’ there, honking my horn like a maniac. Finally, I get to the job site, and it’s in this old factory near the river. You know, the one by the Parco della Rimembranza? Yeah, that place.
So, I’m all geared up, ready to blast away. I mean, I love my job. Nothing like the sound of that compressor roaring to life. But then, bam! My buddy Marco shows up late. Like, dude, you had one job! He rolls in, all casual, like he didn’t just make me wait an hour. I’m fuming, but whatever. We gotta work.
We start blasting this old concrete, and it’s like a cloud of dust everywhere. I can’t see a thing! I’m coughing, sneezing, and just when I think it can’t get worse, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you eat today?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in a dust storm! I’ll eat when I can breathe!” Classic, right?
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady from the neighborhood comes by. She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. Turns out, she’s mad about the noise. I mean, lady, it’s a construction site! What did you expect? I try to explain, but she’s not having it. “You kids don’t respect the neighborhood!” she yells. I’m like, “Respect? We’re just trying to make it look good!”
After that, I take a break. I stroll down to the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best espresso in town, no joke. I grab a cup, and the barista, Lucia, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Hey, at least someone appreciates my hard work!” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.
Back to work, and guess what? The compressor starts acting up. I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today? Why now?” Finally, I get it running again, but not before I almost throw my tools into the river. Seriously, I was this close!
As the sun starts to set, I’m finally feeling accomplished. The concrete looks amazing. I’m proud, ya know? But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s Marco, tripping over a pile of rubble. He lands right in a puddle. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I pack up my gear, and as I’m leaving, I see that old lady again. She’s still grumbling, but I give her a thumbs up. “We made it better!” I shout. She just rolls her eyes. Classic Cumiana, right?
Driving home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Cumiana, with its narrow streets and charming piazzas, always keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without dust. But that’s a different story!