Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stockbroker in Nichelino is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Torino. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, he’s a legend. He knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, Marco, gimme the usual.” He winks and hands me a double espresso. I down it like it’s water. I need that caffeine fix, especially after last night’s binge-watch of some terrible reality show. Ugh.
So, I’m hustling down Corso Roma, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. Everyone’s out and about, and I’m just trying to get to the office without spilling my coffee. But then, BAM! I bump into this dude. Turns out, he’s a client. Great, right? I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” He’s all apologetic, and I’m just thinking, “I can’t deal with this before my first trade.”
Finally, I get to the office on Via Cavour. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I sit down, fire up my computer, and boom! The market’s already going nuts. Stocks are flying up and down like they’re on a trampoline. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Bro, did you see that stock? It’s skyrocketing!” I’m like, “What stock?!” Turns out, it’s some tech company based in Turin. I’m frantically typing, trying to get in on the action. My heart’s racing. I’m sweating like a sinner in church.
But then, just as I’m about to hit “buy,” my computer crashes. Are you kidding me?! I’m yelling at my screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. “C’mon, you piece of junk!” I’m ready to throw it out the window. But I can’t. I need this job.
After what feels like an eternity, the computer finally comes back. I manage to buy a few shares, and guess what? The stock keeps climbing! I’m pumped! I’m high-fiving my coworkers like we just won the World Cup.
But then, the mood shifts. I get a notification about a market crash in the U.S. My heart sinks. I’m like, “No, no, no! Not today!” I watch as my gains start to evaporate faster than gelato on a hot day. I’m pacing around the office, muttering to myself. “Why does this always happen?!”
Around lunchtime, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park on Via della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, you know? Families, kids playing, and I’m just sitting there, trying to breathe. I grab a slice of pizza from that little joint nearby. Best pizza in Nichelino, hands down. I’m munching away, and for a moment, life feels good again.
But then, I overhear some folks talking about a new development project. They’re planning to build a mall right where the park is! I’m like, “No way! Not my park!” I’m fuming. I can’t believe they’d do that. I mean, c’mon, where are the kids gonna play?
Back at the office, I’m still stewing over the park situation. I can’t focus. I’m staring at the screen, and the numbers are just blurring together. I need a win. I need something to go right.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a big client. They want to invest a hefty sum. I’m like, “Finally, some good news!” I pitch them like I’m on Shark Tank. I’m throwing out numbers, making it sound all fancy. And guess what? They bite! I’m ecstatic!
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I walk home through the streets of Nichelino, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders. The sun’s setting, and the city looks beautiful. I pass by the old church on Piazza Di Vittorio, and I can’t help but smile.
Today was a wild ride. Ups, downs, and everything in between. But hey, that’s life in Nichelino, right? You never know what’s coming next. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.