Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden in Rastignano-Carteria-di-Sesto is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life throws curveballs like it’s the World Series.
So, I roll into work this mornin’, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I mean, who wouldn’t? The streets of Rastignano are all quiet, but you can feel the tension in the air. I pass by Via Roma, and it’s like a ghost town. Just me and my thoughts, which, lemme tell ya, can be a dangerous combo.
First thing that hits me? The smell. Ugh. It’s like someone decided to fry fish and forgot about it. I swear, it’s the same every day. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I’m a pro. I push through.
Then, boom! I get a call. Some inmate’s actin’ up. Surprise, surprise! It’s Marco. That guy’s a piece of work. Always stirrin’ the pot. I rush over to his block, and there he is, throwin’ a fit like a toddler who lost his candy. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in prison, not a playground!” But he just keeps yellin’. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’.
After wranglin’ Marco, I head out to the yard. The sun’s finally out, and it’s kinda nice. I see some of the guys playin’ soccer on the grass near Via della Libertà. They’re havin’ a blast, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that remind me why I do this job. But then, outta nowhere, a fight breaks out. Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?
I sprint over, heart racin’. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m shoutin’, “Hey! Knock it off!” But they’re too busy throwin’ punches. I finally get ‘em separated, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta fill out paperwork.” Ugh, the paperwork! It’s like a black hole of time.
Later, I grab lunch at this little spot on Via Garibaldi. Best panini in town, no joke. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to unwind, when I overhear some locals talkin’ about the new park they’re buildin’ near the old train station. I’m like, “Finally! Something good for the community!” But then I remember the last time they tried to do somethin’ nice, it turned into a disaster.
After lunch, I head back to the prison, and guess what? More drama. A couple of inmates are tryin’ to escape. I mean, c’mon! You’d think they’d learn. I’m runnin’ around like a headless chicken, tryin’ to get everyone back in line. My heart’s poundin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is NOT in my job description!”
Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, I get things under control. I’m exhausted, but there’s still one more thing to deal with. A new inmate’s comin’ in. Great. Just what I need. I’m tryin’ to prep myself, but I can’t shake the feeling that today’s not over yet.
As the sun sets over Rastignano-Carteria-di-Sesto, I take a moment to breathe. The streets are lit up, and it’s kinda beautiful. I think about how crazy this job is. It’s wild, it’s unpredictable, but it’s mine. And even on the worst days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Rastignano-Carteria-di-Sesto. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.