Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Pedemonte is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. 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 nightmare! I mean, c’mon, it’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ Saturday! I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a maniac. I swear, if I see one more person on their phone, I’m gonna lose it. Like, dude, put the phone down and drive!
Finally, I get to the job site near Piazza della Libertà. It’s a sweet spot, but man, the dust! I’m talkin’ clouds of it. I’m all suited up, lookin’ like a space astronaut, and I can’t see a thing. My buddy Marco’s there, laughin’ at me. “You look like a marshmallow!” he yells. I’m like, “Yeah, well, at least I’m not covered in dirt!”
So, we start blasting away. The sound is insane! It’s like a rock concert, but instead of music, it’s just me and Marco yelling over the noise. I’m tryin’ to focus, but then I see this old lady walkin’ by on Via San Giovanni. She’s givin’ me the dirtiest look. Like, lady, I’m just tryin’ to make a living here!
Then, outta nowhere, my compressor starts actin’ up. I’m like, “No, no, no! Not today!” I’m wrenchin’ on it, and it’s like it’s possessed. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and Marco’s just standin’ there, munchin’ on a panino. I’m like, “Dude, help me out!” He just shrugs and says, “I’m on break.” Break? I’m about to break down!
After what feels like an eternity, I finally get it workin’. I’m back to blasting, and it feels good. The dust is flyin’, and I’m in my zone. But then, BAM! A rock flies up and hits me right in the shin. I’m hopin’ it’s not broken. I’m hopin’ it’s just a bruise. I’m cursing like a sailor, and Marco’s laughin’ again. “You’re gonna need a new leg!” he jokes. I’m like, “Yeah, well, you’re gonna need a new face if you don’t shut up!”
By the time we wrap up, I’m covered in grime. I look like I just crawled outta a coal mine. I head over to the local bar on Via della Repubblica. I need a drink, man. I order a spritz, and the bartender, Luca, gives me a nod. “Rough day?” he asks. I’m like, “You have no idea.”
I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Pedemonte is beautiful, man. The hills, the vineyards, the old buildings. It’s got this charm, ya know? But today, it felt like the universe was out to get me. I see kids playin’ soccer in the square, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could just kick a ball and forget about work.”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there, drink in hand, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna be soaked.” But then, I see the kids runnin’ around, laughin’ in the rain. And I can’t help but smile. It’s like they don’t have a care in the world.
So, I finish my drink, and I’m headin’ home. I’m thinkin’ about the day. Yeah, it was rough. But it was also kinda beautiful. Pedemonte, with all its quirks and craziness, it’s home. And even on the worst days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I get home, kick off my boots, and plop on the couch. I’m exhausted, but I’m happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and enjoy the chaos that is my life in Pedemonte.