Man, what a day! I swear, Saksaul-skiy is wild. I’m just a machine milking operator, right? But today? Phew! It was like a rollercoaster.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the cows. Yeah, my life revolves around mooing machines. I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on Kairan Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always has a smile, even at 6 AM. I’m like, “Dude, how do you do it?” He just laughs and says, “Caffeine, my friend!” Classic.
Anyway, I head to the milking station. It’s on the outskirts, near the Saksaul-skiy park. Beautiful spot, honestly. But today? Ugh. The machines were acting up. Like, come on! I’m trying to do my job here! One of the machines just stopped. Dead. I’m standing there, looking at it like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Spoiler: it didn’t.
I’m sweating bullets, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to the boss. He’s a tough cookie, you know? Always on my case about efficiency. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not my fault the machine’s a diva!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Askar shows up. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He’s all hyped about some festival happening on Abay Street. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t go! I’m stuck here with Bessie and her friends!” But he keeps pushing. “C’mon! Just a quick break!”
So, I’m torn. Work or fun? I choose fun. I mean, who can resist a festival? I leave the cows in the hands of my not-so-reliable coworker. Big mistake.
We hit Abay Street, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere. I’m talking shashlik, plov, you name it. My stomach’s growling like a bear. I grab a plate of plov, and it’s like heaven. I’m shoveling it in, and Askar’s laughing at me. “Slow down, man! You’ll choke!”
But then, I see this dance-off happening. People are going wild! I’m like, “I gotta join!” So, I jump in, and let me tell you, I’ve got moves. Or at least I thought I did. I’m flailing around, and everyone’s cheering. It’s a blast!
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Where are you?” Oh snap! I totally forgot about the cows! I bolt outta there, leaving Askar behind. Sorry, dude!
I rush back, and guess what? My coworker’s just standing there, looking lost. The machines are still down. I’m fuming. “What were you doing?” He shrugs. “I thought you’d fix it.” Ugh!
So, I dive in, trying to troubleshoot. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath. Finally, I figure it out. Turns out, it was just a loose wire. Seriously? I could’ve been at the festival!
By the time I’m done, it’s dark. I’m exhausted. I head home, thinking about the day. Saksaul-skiy is crazy, man. One minute you’re milking cows, the next you’re dancing in the street.
I flop on my bed, and all I can think is, “What a ride.” Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Saksaul-skiy! You’re a wild one!