Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Kalisz can be a wild ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill.
First off, I grab my tools and head out. I’m walking down ul. Główna, and I can’t help but notice how the old buildings look so damn beautiful in the morning light. Kalisz has this vibe, ya know? Like, it’s got history, but it’s also buzzing with life. But then, boom! I step in a puddle. Classic. My boots are soaked, and I’m already grumpy.
I get to my first job on ul. Częstochowska. This lady, bless her heart, wants a new window in her kitchen. She’s all excited, talking about how she wants it to be “the centerpiece” of her home. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just a window.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing.
So, I start measuring, and guess what? I realize I forgot my measuring tape. Seriously? I’m standing there, feeling like a total idiot. I run back to my van, and on the way, I bump into my buddy, Marek. He’s like, “Dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I’m like, “Nah, just my own stupidity.” We laugh, but I’m still fuming inside.
Finally, I get back to the job. I’m cutting the glass, and it’s going smooth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms by and knocks my ladder. I’m like, “What the heck, kid?!” Almost fell flat on my face. I swear, if I had a zloty for every time a kid almost took me out, I’d be rich.
After that chaos, I finish the window. The lady’s thrilled, and I’m like, “Great, one down, a million to go.” I head over to ul. Stawna next. This place is a bit sketchy, but hey, work is work. I’m fixing a shop window for some dude who sells antiques. He’s super picky, like, “Make sure it’s perfect!” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s glass, not a Picasso.”
While I’m working, I overhear some locals chatting about the old Kalisz castle. They’re saying it’s haunted. I chuckle to myself. Ghosts? In Kalisz? Come on! But then I remember the creepy vibes I felt last time I was there. Maybe there’s something to it.
Anyway, I finish up at the shop, and the guy’s happy. I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total disaster after all. But then, I get a call. My next job is on ul. Wrocławska, and it’s an emergency. A guy’s window got smashed during a storm. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
I rush over, and when I get there, the dude is freaking out. He’s pacing like a caged animal. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s all over the place. “What if it rains again? What if someone breaks in?!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. I’m here now.”
I get to work, and as I’m replacing the glass, I can’t help but think about how Kalisz is such a mix of old and new. You got the old churches, the market square, and then these modern shops popping up everywhere. It’s like the city can’t decide what it wants to be.
Finally, I finish the job, and the guy’s relieved. I’m about to leave when he offers me a drink. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” We sit on his porch, and he starts telling me stories about Kalisz. I’m laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day.
But then, I check my watch. I’m late for my last job! I bolt outta there, running down ul. Kaliska like I’m in a marathon. I get to the last place, and it’s a small café. The owner’s waiting, looking stressed. I’m like, “Sorry, man! Traffic, ya know?”
I fix the window, and as I’m leaving, the owner hands me a coffee. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” I take a sip, and it’s the best coffee I’ve had all day.
As I walk back to my van, I can’t help but smile. Kalisz, with all its quirks and chaos, is home. Sure, it