Man, what a day! I swear, being a broker in Rapallo is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Mazzini for my morning espresso. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting, and this guy in front of me orders a cappuccino. Like, dude, it’s 8 AM! Who drinks cappuccino at this hour? Anyway, I finally get my shot of caffeine, and I’m feeling like a million bucks.
Then, I head to the office on Corso Italia. Traffic was a mess. I mean, come on! It’s Rapallo, not New York City! I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. Bless her heart, but I’m late for a meeting! I’m honking, waving my hands like a maniac. She just smiles and waves back. Ugh!
Finally, I get to the office, and my phone’s blowing up. Clients are freaking out about the market. I mean, it’s like they think I’m some kind of wizard or something. “Make it better!” they scream. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t control the stock market! I’m not God!” But I put on my best broker face and start making calls.
Around noon, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the waterfront. The view is insane! The Ligurian Sea is sparkling, and I can see the Portofino promontory in the distance. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. But then, I remember I left my sandwich on my desk. Great. Just great.
Back at the office, things get wild. My boss, Marco, bursts in. He’s all hyped up about some new investment opportunity. “We gotta jump on this!” he says. I’m like, “Marco, chill! It’s just a tech startup.” But he’s already on the phone, making deals. I can’t keep up! My head’s spinning faster than a Vespa on Via Aurelia.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my buddy Luca. “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a huge festival happening at the Castello di Rapallo. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?” So, I’m torn. Work or fun? Work or fun?
I decide to sneak out for a bit. I mean, who can resist a good festival? I race down to the castle, and it’s packed! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a slice of focaccia and a glass of local wine. Life is good! I’m mingling, laughing, and for a moment, I forget about stocks and bonds.
But then, my phone rings. It’s a client. “I need you to sell my shares NOW!” Panic mode activated. I’m like, “Dude, I’m at a festival!” But I can’t say no. So, I rush back to the office, dodging people left and right. I’m sweating like a pig.
Back at my desk, I’m typing like a madman. I finally hit send, and boom! Done. But then, I realize I sent the wrong info. Are you kidding me? I just messed up a client’s portfolio! I’m ready to pull my hair out.
After that disaster, I need a breather. I head to the beach on Lungomare. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I sit there, watching the waves crash. I think about how crazy today was. I mean, one minute I’m a broker, the next I’m a festival-goer, and then I’m a panic-stricken mess.
As the sun dips below the horizon, I can’t help but laugh. This is Rapallo, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s my home. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and enjoy this view. Cheers to that!