Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Osaki is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Naniwa Street. Love that place. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away. I’m late for a job on the 5th floor of some fancy building near the Osaka Bay. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Move it!”
Finally, I get there, and it’s a whole scene. The client, this dude named Kenji, is pacing like a caged tiger. He’s all stressed about his new glass panels. I mean, I get it, but chill, man! It’s just glass! So, I start measuring, and guess what? The measurements are off. Like, way off. I’m thinkin’, “Did I just step into a parallel universe?”
I’m fuming. I mean, how do you mess up measurements? I could’ve sworn I double-checked. So, I’m like, “Yo, Kenji, we gotta redo this.” He’s not happy. I can see the steam coming outta his ears. But hey, it’s not my fault!
After that chaos, I decide to grab some grub. Hit up this little ramen joint on Tsuruhashi Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurpin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s like, “You’re a glazier? You must be strong!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I lift glass, not weights!” But she’s sweet, so I just smile and nod.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up. He’s got a soccer ball, and he kicks it right into my bowl! Ramen everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what the heck?!” The kid just laughs and runs out. I’m left with a bowl of broth and a side of frustration.
After lunch, I head to my next gig on Midosuji Avenue. It’s a high-rise, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be easy.” But nope! The elevator’s broken. So, I’m lugging this heavy glass up the stairs. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why me?!”
Finally, I get to the top, and the view is insane! You can see the whole city. I’m like, “Okay, this is worth it.” But then, I drop a piece of glass. It shatters everywhere. I’m just standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”
The crew up there starts laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But inside, I’m dying. I can’t believe I just did that.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking back to my truck, and I see this street performer on Dotonbori. He’s juggling and singing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe is saying, “Hey, don’t sweat the small stuff.”
So, I toss him a few yen and head home. I’m beat, but I can’t stop thinking about all the craziness. Osaki, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re measuring glass, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and juggling your sanity.
What a day! Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow.