Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Uto is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. My alarm’s blaring like a siren. I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Mochi. That lil’ furball thinks he owns the place.
Anyway, I get to my shop on Kōen-dōri, and it’s still dark outside. The streetlights are flickering like they’re having a party. I’m half asleep, but I gotta whip up some dough. Literally. I’m mixing flour, sugar, and all that jazz. The smell? Oh man, heavenly!
But then, disaster strikes! I realize I’m outta eggs. Like, how does that even happen? I’m standing there, flour all over my face, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” So, I dash over to the nearest konbini on Kōen-dōri. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m running, dodging bikes, and almost trip over a stray cat. Uto’s got a ton of those.
I finally get to the konbini, and guess what? They’re outta eggs too! I’m about to lose it. I mean, c’mon! It’s a konbini! How do you run outta eggs? I’m sweating bullets, thinking about my customers. They expect fresh pastries, not a sad excuse for a bakery.
So, I sprint over to the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s bustling, people everywhere. I’m weaving through the crowd like I’m in some ninja movie. I finally find a stall with eggs. I grab a dozen, and the lady’s like, “That’ll be 300 yen.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m about to make magic here!”
I rush back to the shop, heart racing. I crack those eggs like a pro. The dough’s coming together, and I’m feeling good again. I’m humming a tune, probably something cheesy, but who cares?
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji pops in. He’s like, “Yo, you got any of that matcha bread?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not even baked yet!” But he’s persistent. Kenji’s always hungry. I tell him to chill, and he just laughs.
Finally, the pastries are done. I pull ‘em outta the oven, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven exploded in my shop. I’m feeling like a rockstar. I set ‘em out, and people start lining up.
But then, this one guy, he’s all grumpy. He’s like, “Why’s the line so long?” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s a bakery, not a fast food joint!” I wanna tell him to chill, but I just smile. Gotta keep it professional, right?
As the day goes on, I’m serving up goodies, and people are loving it. I even get a compliment from this sweet old lady. She’s like, “Your bread reminds me of my grandma’s.” I’m melting inside.
But then, the power goes out! Just like that! I’m standing there in the dark, and I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” The customers are all confused, and I’m just trying to keep it together. I grab my phone, and it’s like a flashlight.
I’m trying to explain to everyone that we’re still open, but it’s chaos. People are laughing, some are grumbling. I’m just trying to keep the vibe light. “Hey, who needs lights when you got pastries?” I joke.
Finally, the power comes back on, and everyone cheers! I’m like, “See? Uto’s got my back!” I finish up the day, and I’m exhausted but happy.
As I close up shop, I take a moment to breathe. Uto’s streets are quiet now, and I can hear the cicadas. It’s peaceful. I think about all the craziness, and I can’t help but smile.
Tomorrow’s another day, and I’m ready for whatever Uto throws at me. Bring it on!