Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Ponte-a-Ema is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I grab my tools and head out. I’m walkin’ down Via di Villamagna, and I swear, the cobblestones are out to get me. I trip over one, spill my coffee all over my favorite work shirt. Great start, huh? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.” But whatever, I brush it off.
So, I get to this job on Via di San Francesco. Old lady wants a new window in her kitchen. She’s sweet, but man, she talks a LOT. I’m tryin’ to measure the glass, and she’s ramblin’ about her cat, Gino. “Gino loves to watch the birds,” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to fix your window, not hear about Gino’s birdwatching hobby.” But I nod and smile.
Finally, I get the glass cut. It’s perfect! I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, BAM! I drop it. Shatters everywhere. I’m standin’ there, heart racing, thinkin’, “No way, not again!” I can hear the glass crunching under my boots. Ugh! I’m so mad at myself.
After cleanin’ up that mess, I head over to Via di Cintoia. This place is a maze, I swear. I’m lost for a good 20 minutes. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why can’t these streets just be straight?” Finally, I find the house. It’s a big ol’ villa, and the owner is a total diva. She wants a custom glass door. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a glazier, not a magician.”
But I get to work. I’m cuttin’ and fitting, and she’s hovering over me like a hawk. “Make sure it’s perfect!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m not here to mess up your fancy door.” But I get it done, and it looks amazing. She’s thrilled, and I’m feelin’ like a champ again.
Then, I head to the local bar on Via di Ponte a Ema. I need a drink after that madness. I order a spritz, and the bartender, Marco, is like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I laugh and tell him about my day. He’s cracking up, and I’m feelin’ better.
But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about some soccer match. Apparently, Ponte-a-Ema’s team lost. The whole bar goes silent. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, chill! It’s just a game.” But the guy’s on a rant. I’m just sippin’ my drink, tryin’ to enjoy the moment.
As I’m leavin’, I bump into an old buddy from school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, running around the streets of Ponte-a-Ema, causing trouble. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my drink again.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about how crazy this city is. Ponte-a-Ema, with its winding streets and quirky people, always keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just another day in the life of a glazier in Ponte-a-Ema. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!