Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Montfoort is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my gear and head out. I’m rollin’ down the Korte Kerkstraat, and I swear, the cobblestones are out to get me. I almost trip over my own feet. Classic me. Anyway, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. Like, who even thought it was a good idea to blast paint off a building on the hottest day of the year? I’m sweating like a pig, and my boss is all, “Get it done, or else!” Ugh, thanks for the motivation, dude.
So, I fire up the blaster. The noise is insane! It’s like a jet engine in my ears. I’m blasting away, and suddenly, I see this kid on the sidewalk. He’s staring at me like I’m some kinda superhero. I mean, I get it. I’m basically a wizard with this thing. But then, outta nowhere, he yells, “You’re gonna blow up the whole city!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Kid, you have no idea.”
Then, bam! My blaster jams. Of course, right? I’m standing there, covered in dust, looking like a ghost. I’m cursing under my breath, and the kid’s still watching me. I’m like, “Hey, kid, wanna help?” He just shakes his head and runs off. Rude!
After I fix the blaster, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the Montfoortse Toren. Man, that tower is old! Like, older than my grandma. I sit on a bench, chugging water, and just take it all in. The view is dope. You can see the whole city from up there. I’m thinking, “This place is kinda beautiful.” But then, I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This one’s got a serious attitude. It struts up to me like it owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, back off!”
After my little showdown with the pigeon, I head back to work. The sun’s beating down, and I’m feeling cranky. I’m blasting away again, and I notice this lady walking her dog on the Langeweg. The dog’s just chillin’, but the lady? She’s all over the place, yanking on the leash. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a dog, not a racehorse!”
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole stack of bricks. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy work in peace?” But then, the guy starts laughing. I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s just one of those moments, ya know?
Finally, the day’s winding down. I’m exhausted, but I feel accomplished. I’m walking back through the Markt, and there’s this food truck. The smell hits me like a freight train. I’m starving! I grab a frikandel and a drink. Best decision ever. I sit down, munching away, and I see the sunset over the canal. It’s gorgeous.
I think about how crazy today was. From the kid to the pigeon to the brick disaster. Montfoort’s wild, man. It’s got character. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of an abrasive blaster in Montfoort. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!