Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Ostroda is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up ul. 3 Maja for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my brew, and this dude in front of me orders a “frappuccino” or whatever. Like, c’mon man, we’re in Ostroda, not some fancy café in Paris! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, not judge your life choices.
Finally, I get my black coffee—thank you very much—and head to the job site. It’s on ul. Słowiańska, right by the lake. Beautiful spot, but man, the wind was wild today. I’m blasting away at this old metal structure, and the sand is flying everywhere. I swear, I looked like a sand sculpture by the end of it.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid rides by on a bike. He’s got no helmet, just zooming past like he’s in the Tour de France. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna end up in the lake!” But he just laughs and shouts, “Catch me if you can!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, right! I’m not chasing you, I’m covered in grit!”
So, I’m blasting away, and my buddy Tomek shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a swan trying to steal a sandwich from some tourists at the lake. I mean, who knew swans were such thieves? I can’t stop laughing. I’m like, “Next time, bring me a swan as a pet!”
But then, things take a turn. I’m working, and my compressor starts acting up. It’s sputtering like an old man trying to breathe. I’m losing my mind! I’m yelling at it like it can hear me. “C’mon, you piece of junk! Don’t fail me now!” People walking by on ul. Gdańska are giving me weird looks. Whatever, they don’t know the struggle.
After I finally get it working, I’m back at it. But then, I see this old lady walking her dog. The dog decides it’s a great time to take a dump right next to my work area. I’m like, “Really? Right now?” I can’t even. I’m trying to focus, but all I can think about is that dog’s business.
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m exhausted, covered in dust, and my back feels like I lifted a truck. I head to the local bar on ul. Kościuszki. I need a drink. I order a beer, and the bartender, who’s a total legend, says, “You look like you’ve been through a war.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea!”
As I sit there, I think about Ostroda. It’s a small town, but it’s got character. The lake, the old buildings, the crazy people. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the wild days and the unexpected moments, it’s home.
So, I finish my beer, and I’m ready to call it a night. I walk back home, feeling the cool breeze off the lake. I think about tomorrow. More blasting, more craziness. Bring it on, Ostroda! I’m ready for whatever you throw at me next!