Man, what a day! I swear, being an auditor in Settimo-Torinese can be a wild ride. 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 the road, cruising down Via Torino. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on! It’s Settimo, not Milan! I’m stuck behind this old dude in a Fiat. He’s going 30 in a 50 zone. I’m losing my mind. I’m like, “C’mon, man! We got places to be!”
Finally, I get to the office on Via Roma. I’m already late. My boss, Marco, is waiting. He’s got that look. You know the one. The “I’m disappointed in you” look. Ugh. I hate that. So, I rush in, and he’s like, “You’re late.” I’m like, “Yeah, traffic, you know?” He rolls his eyes. Classic Marco.
So, I dive into some audits. You know, the usual boring stuff. But then, BOOM! I find a huge mistake in the books. Like, how do you mess up a budget that bad? I’m talking thousands of euros. I’m fuming. I mean, who even does that? I can’t even!
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up my fave spot, Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza in town, no contest. I order a margherita, extra basil. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a golden retriever, just chilling. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.” No worries, just vibes.
Then, I get my pizza. It’s perfect. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a mess. I’m sitting there, trying to clean it up, and this old lady at the next table is giving me the side-eye. Like, lady, chill. It’s just pizza sauce!
Back to the office, and I’m still mad about that budget mistake. I confront the accountant, Luca. He’s all defensive, like, “It’s not my fault!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s your job!” We go back and forth, and I’m just about ready to throw my pen at him. But then, I remember, I’m a professional. So, I take a deep breath.
Later, I decide to take a walk. I stroll down Corso Piemonte. The vibe is nice. People are out, enjoying the day. I see a couple of kids playing soccer. They’re having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love Settimo.
But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a car alarm going off. Seriously? Right in the middle of my zen moment? I look around, and it’s this beat-up old car parked on the side. Classic Settimo. You never know what you’re gonna get.
As I’m walking back, I bump into my buddy, Francesco. He’s got this wild story about a raccoon he saw rummaging through trash. I’m cracking up. Only in Settimo, right? We chat for a bit, and it’s nice to unwind.
Finally, I head home. I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and I’m like, “What a day.” I think about the budget mess, the pizza, the dog, and Francesco’s raccoon. It’s a rollercoaster, man.
Settimo-Torinese, you’re a trip. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. But hey, that’s life, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.