Man, what a day! Seriously, Spresiano, you’ve outdone yourself. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Spoiler alert: it was anything but.
First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, right? Just me and my coffee, feeling like a boss. Then BAM! Roadwork everywhere. Like, can’t a guy get a smooth ride? I mean, I get it, the roads need fixing, but c’mon! I’m late for a meeting. My boss is gonna flip.
So, I finally park on Via Garibaldi. I sprint to the office, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics of the Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista? It’s a church, not a rock concert! Anyway, I get to the office, and guess what? My team is in full chaos mode. Papers flying, phones ringing. I’m like, “What happened? Did we win the lottery or something?” Turns out, our big client just dropped a bombshell. They want to change the whole project. Ugh!
I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a volcano ready to erupt. I mean, we’ve been working on this for months! So, I gather everyone in the conference room on Via della Libertà. I’m pacing, trying to channel my inner motivational speaker. “We can do this, team! We’re Spresiano strong!” But honestly, I’m just as lost as they are.
Then, outta nowhere, my intern, Marco, raises his hand. “Uh, can we just ask them why?” I’m like, “Dude, why didn’t I think of that?” So, we shoot off an email, and I’m praying for a miracle.
While waiting for a reply, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and the sun hits me like a warm hug. I stroll down to the local gelato shop on Via Vittorio Veneto. I mean, who can resist gelato, right? I order a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feeling good again.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s the client. They want to meet. Like, now. I’m back to panic mode. I rush back to the office, and we prep like we’re going into battle. I’m sweating bullets.
The meeting goes surprisingly well. I mean, we managed to convince them to stick with our original plan. I’m high-fiving my team like we just won the World Cup. Spresiano, you beauty!
After that, I decide to treat myself. I hit up a little café on Via Roma again. I grab a spritz and just chill. I’m watching the world go by, and it hits me—this city is something special. The vibe, the people, the little quirks.
But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, I get a call from my kid’s school. “Uh, Mr. Manager, your son had a little incident.” Great. Just what I needed. Turns out, he got into a food fight during lunch. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.
So, I rush over to the school, and there he is, covered in spaghetti. I’m trying to be the stern dad, but I’m cracking up. “What were you thinking?” He just shrugs, all innocent-like.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. Spresiano, you’ve thrown me through the wringer today, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I plop down on the couch, and my wife hands me a beer. “You look like you need this.”
And you know what? I do. Cheers to you, Spresiano! You crazy, beautiful mess.