Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Vercelli is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the streets of Vercelli, and lemme tell ya, the cobblestones on Via Cavour are like a bad relationship—bumpy and full of surprises. I’m just trying to get to the office, and boom! I trip over a loose stone. Classic me. I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and some old lady just walks by, shaking her head. Thanks, lady, real supportive.
So, I finally get to the office, and my boss, Marco, is already in a mood. He’s pacing like a caged lion. Apparently, we got a big case today. Some mining company is trying to pull a fast one. They think they can just waltz in and take what they want. Not on my watch! I’m all fired up, ready to fight for the little guy. You know, the usual bailiff stuff.
We head to the meeting at the Comune di Vercelli. It’s this old building, super fancy, but honestly, it smells like old books and regret. I’m sitting there, listening to these suits talk about profits and losses, and I’m just thinking, “Dude, what about the people?” I mean, come on! We’re talking about real lives here, not just numbers on a spreadsheet.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy stands up. He’s got this wild hair and a tie that looks like it was attacked by a paintball gun. He starts yelling about how the mining is ruining the environment. I’m like, “Finally, someone gets it!” But then, the suits just roll their eyes. Ugh, so frustrating! I’m about to jump up and join him, but I don’t wanna get kicked out.
After the meeting, I’m walking down Via Dante, trying to cool off. I stop by this little café, Caffè Vercelli. Best espresso in town, no joke. I grab a cup, and the barista, Luca, gives me a wink. He knows I need it. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.
I’m feeling a bit better, though. I head over to the Piazza Vittorio Emanuele II. It’s buzzing with life. Kids are playing, couples are strolling, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I see this group of miners. They’re all huddled together, looking worried. My heart sinks. I walk over, and they tell me they might lose their jobs. That hit me hard. I mean, these guys work their butts off, and now this?
I try to reassure them, but honestly, I’m not sure what to say. I’m just a bailiff, not a miracle worker. But I promise to do my best. I can’t let them down. I mean, Vercelli’s got a rich history, and these guys are part of it. They deserve better!
Later, I’m back at the office, and Marco’s still stressed. He’s pacing again, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he’s all about the numbers. I get it, but c’mon! We’re not robots! We’re people! I finally snap and tell him how I feel. He looks surprised, but then he nods. Maybe I got through to him? Who knows.
As the day winds down, I’m walking home, and I can’t help but think about everything. Vercelli’s got its issues, but it’s also got heart. The people here care. I care. And that’s what matters, right?
So, yeah, what a day. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Vercelli, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Just gotta keep fighting the good fight, one coffee spill at a time!