Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a telephone operator in Lissone 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 call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this dude, totally frantic, like he’s just seen a ghost or something. “I can’t find my cat!” he yells. I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a lost treasure.” But I get it, I mean, I’d freak too if my furry buddy went MIA. So, I’m trying to calm him down while thinking about how I saw a cat on Via Garibaldi just yesterday. I tell him to check there. He hangs up, and I’m like, “Good luck, man!”
Then, it’s 9 AM, and I’m still buzzing from that call. Next up, a lady calls, all panicked. “My car won’t start!” she’s screaming. I’m like, “Lady, did you check the battery?” Turns out, she didn’t. Classic. I mean, come on, we’re in Lissone, not rocket science! I tell her to check it, and she’s like, “Oh, I’ll call you back.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, good luck with that!”
By 10, I’m already over it. I need coffee. So, I take a quick break and hit up my fave café on Via Roma. The barista, Marco, knows my order by heart. “Cappuccino, extra foam, right?” he says with a grin. I nod, and he whips it up like a pro. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feelin’ good, but then I remember I gotta get back to work. Ugh.
Back at the office, the phone’s ringing off the hook. It’s like Lissone decided to throw a party, and I’m the only one invited. I get a call from a guy who’s lost his wallet. “It’s got my ID and cash!” he’s freaking out. I’m like, “Dude, did you check the bar on Via Cavour?” He’s all, “I was just there!” I’m thinking, “Well, maybe it’s time to retrace your steps, Sherlock.”
Then, around noon, I get this call from a woman who’s just had the worst day ever. “My kid spilled juice on my laptop!” she wails. I’m like, “Yikes, that’s rough.” But then she goes, “And my husband forgot our anniversary!” I’m like, “Girl, you need a new husband, not a new laptop!” I mean, come on, it’s Lissone! There’s gotta be a better way to celebrate than with a soggy laptop.
After that, I’m just done. I need a breather. So, I step outside for some fresh air. The sun’s shining, and I see the park on Via Monte Grappa. It’s packed with kids playing and old folks chillin’. I’m like, “Why can’t my job be this chill?” I sit on a bench for a sec, just soaking it all in. Life’s good, ya know?
But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Get back to work!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m on a break!” But no, I gotta hustle. So, I head back, and the calls just keep coming. It’s like Lissone’s in a crisis or something.
Around 3 PM, I get a call from a guy who’s lost his dog. “It’s a golden retriever!” he’s crying. I’m like, “Man, I saw a golden retriever by the fountain in Piazza della Libertà!” He’s all, “Really?!” I’m like, “Yeah, dude, go check it out!” I hang up, and I’m just hoping he finds it.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I helped people, right? I mean, Lissone’s a small town, and everyone knows everyone. It feels good to be part of that. I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, I see the sunset over the hills. It’s beautiful, and I’m like, “Yeah, today was a wild ride.”
So, that’s my day as a telephone operator in Lissone. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of drama. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!