Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Sambuceto, right? It’s this chill little town near Pescara, Italy. You know, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone. I’m an accountant, but today felt like I was in a soap opera or something.
First off, I’m running late. Like, classic me. I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, huh? I’m sprinting down Via Roma, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. They move like they own the place. I swear, one almost took me out with her cart.
Finally, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. My boss, Mr. Rossi, is already in a mood. He’s like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, I just fought a battle with a coffee cup!” But he doesn’t care. He’s all about those numbers.
So, I sit down, and boom! My computer crashes. I mean, come on! I just need to finish these tax returns. I’m staring at the screen like it owes me money. I’m sweating bullets. I can’t even.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s grab a pizza at Da Michele’s later!” I’m like, “Yes! I need pizza to survive this day!” Da Michele’s is the best, by the way. Their margherita is like a slice of heaven.
But back to work. I finally get my computer back up. I’m typing like a madman. Numbers everywhere. I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this loud crash outside. I run to the window on Via Cavour. A delivery guy just dropped a whole stack of boxes. I can’t help but laugh. Poor dude.
Lunchtime rolls around. I head to the little café on Piazza della Libertà. I grab a panino and a soda. The sun is shining, and for a second, I forget about work. I see some kids playing soccer. They’re so into it. I miss those carefree days.
After lunch, I’m back at it. I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, I realize I made a huge mistake. Like, epic fail level. I’m freaking out. I can’t breathe. I’m like, “What am I gonna tell Mr. Rossi?” But then, I remember—everyone makes mistakes, right? I fix it, but my heart’s still racing.
Finally, the clock hits 5 PM. I’m outta there! I meet Marco at Da Michele’s. We order a couple of pizzas and a beer. I’m telling him about my day, and he’s cracking up. “Dude, you should’ve just called in sick!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, I needed the drama.”
We finish up, and I’m feeling good. The sun’s setting over Sambuceto, and it’s beautiful. I walk home, taking in the sights. The old buildings, the little shops, the vibe. It’s my town, and I love it.
But then, I trip on the sidewalk. Classic! I’m laughing at myself. I get up, dust off, and keep walking. Just another day in Sambuceto, right? Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of pizza. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!