Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Villa-di-Briano, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Like, c’mon, lady, I got places to be! I finally get to the office on Via Garibaldi, and guess what? The coffee machine’s broken. Ugh! I need my caffeine fix, or I’m basically a zombie.
So, I’m grumpy, right? I sit down, and my phone buzzes. It’s my boss, Marco. He’s like, “We need to talk about the budget.” Oh great, just what I wanted to hear. I’m thinking, “Budget? More like ‘let’s ruin your day’.”
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Seriously? Is this a drill or what?” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I grab my bag and head out. We all gather outside on the street, and I’m just standing there, fuming. I mean, can’t a girl catch a break?
After 20 mins of waiting, the fire brigade shows up. Turns out, it was just some burnt toast in the break room. Classic. I’m still mad, but at least I get to chat with my coworker, Lucia. She’s hilarious, always cracking jokes. We’re laughing about how I almost had a heart attack over toast.
Finally, we get back inside, and Marco’s waiting for me. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a fire drill. Can we not?” But no, he launches into this long speech about cutting costs. I zone out. My mind’s wandering to the gelato place on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I could really go for a scoop of pistachio right now.
After the meeting, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the gelato shop, and OMG, it’s closed! Like, why? It’s a beautiful day! I’m about to lose it. But then I see a cute little café nearby. I’m like, “Okay, let’s try this.”
I walk in, and the vibe is chill. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this super cute guy, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today’s not a total disaster.” I sit down, sipping my coffee, and just people-watch. Villa-di-Briano is so lively! Kids are playing in the piazza, and there’s this old man feeding pigeons. It’s kinda sweet, honestly.
But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you pay the bills?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m at work!” But she doesn’t care. She just keeps talking about the neighbor’s cat. I’m rolling my eyes, but I can’t help but laugh.
After my coffee break, I head back to the office. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I see the printer’s jammed. Are you kidding me? I’m wrestling with it, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Paper everywhere! I’m about to scream.
Finally, I fix it, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, I get an email from HR. They’re like, “We need to discuss your performance.” I’m like, “What now?” I can’t deal with this today.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I walk home through the streets of Villa-di-Briano, and I can’t help but smile. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. I pass by the little shops on Via Roma, and the smell of fresh bread hits me.
I get home, plop on the couch, and think, “What a day.” It was a rollercoaster, for sure. But hey, that’s life in Villa-di-Briano, right? Full of surprises, chaos, and a little bit of magic. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.