Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Serra-San-Bruno is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, Via Roma. I’m hauling this massive sheet of glass, and I’m thinking, “Why do I always pick the heaviest stuff?” I mean, c’mon! It’s like the universe is testing me. Anyway, I’m sweating buckets, and then BAM! A pigeon decides to drop a bomb right on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to make a living here!
So, I’m at this café on Piazza della Libertà, trying to clean up. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Sweet! Maybe today won’t suck.” But then, I spill half the cappuccino on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.
After that, I head over to Via Garibaldi. Got a job fixing a window for this old lady. She’s super sweet, but man, she talks a lot. I’m trying to work, and she’s telling me about her cat, Gino. “Gino loves to chase the sun,” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to chase my paycheck.” But I smile and nod.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, playing soccer. He kicks the ball, and guess where it lands? Right on my freshly cut glass! I’m like, “Nooooo!” It shatters everywhere. I’m standing there, heart racing, thinking, “This is it. I’m done.” But the kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left picking up the pieces—literally.
By now, I’m fuming. I take a breather at the park near the Chiesa di San Bruno. It’s peaceful, you know? But then I see this couple arguing. They’re shouting in Italian, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like a nosy neighbor. “You never listen!” “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m thinking, “Man, I’d trade my day for theirs any time.”
Finally, I get a call for a big job on Via della Repubblica. I’m pumped! This is my chance to redeem the day. I get there, and it’s this fancy restaurant. They want a huge glass wall. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” But then, the manager is a total jerk. He’s barking orders like he’s the king of the world. I’m just trying to do my thing, and he’s hovering over me like a hawk.
I finish the job, and it looks amazing. I’m feeling proud, right? But then, the manager doesn’t even say thanks. Just points to the door. I’m like, “Wow, dude. Real classy.”
As I’m leaving, I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start chatting, and he’s like, “You still doing that glass thing?” I’m like, “Yeah, man! It’s a wild ride.” We laugh about old times, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day.
But then, I step in a puddle. My shoes are soaked. I can’t catch a break! I’m walking home, thinking about how Serra-San-Bruno is beautiful but can be a real pain sometimes. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm, I guess.
Finally, I get home, and I just crash on the couch. I’m exhausted but somehow happy. I think about Gino the cat, the arguing couple, and the jerk manager. Life’s weird, man. But it’s my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Tomorrow’s another day. Who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and hope for fewer pigeons.