Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a potter, right? Just chillin’ in Piotrków Trybunalski, my little slice of heaven. This city is like a hidden gem, you know? Full of history and charm. But today? Ugh, let me tell ya.
I woke up, sun shining through my window on ul. Słowackiego. Thought it was gonna be a chill day. Wrong! First off, I spilled clay all over my favorite apron. Like, come on! It’s my lucky apron! Now it’s just a mess. I was fuming, but whatever, I cleaned it up.
So, I head out to the market on ul. Wojska Polskiego. It’s buzzing, as usual. People everywhere, haggling over veggies and stuff. I love the vibe, but today? Too many people. I’m dodging old ladies with their carts like it’s an obstacle course. One almost took me out! I mean, c’mon, lady, I’m just trying to get some fresh herbs for my pottery glaze.
Then, I bump into my buddy, Jarek. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a sandwich from some poor kid. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Piotrków, not New York!” But it cracked me up. We laughed, and for a moment, I forgot about the clay disaster.
After that, I decided to hit up the café on ul. Piłsudskiego. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and sit outside. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain! Like, seriously? I grab my coffee and dash inside, spilling half of it on my shirt. Great, just great.
While I’m waiting for the rain to chill, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it about something ridiculous, like who left the lights on. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Man, I’d take a clay disaster over that any day.”
Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to my studio on ul. Kilińskiego. I’m ready to throw some pots, you know? But as I’m setting up, I realize I forgot my favorite tools at the café. Ugh! I’m like, “Really?!” So, I sprint back, and of course, the café is packed now. I’m weaving through tables, trying to find my stuff.
When I finally get my tools, I’m feeling a bit better. I head back to the studio, and guess what? My kiln is acting up! It’s making this weird noise, like a cat in a blender. I’m freaking out. I can’t have a broken kiln! That’s my lifeline!
So, I spend the next hour tinkering with it, cursing under my breath. Finally, I get it to work, and I’m like, “Yes! Victory!” But then, I realize I’m late for my pottery class. I rush over to ul. Żeromskiego, and of course, I trip on the sidewalk. Classic me.
I get to class, and everyone’s already there, laughing and joking. I’m outta breath, looking like a hot mess. But you know what? I love these people. They’re my tribe. We start throwing pots, and I’m in my zone. All the craziness of the day fades away.
By the end of the night, I’m covered in clay, but I’m happy. I look around at my friends, and I think, “This is what it’s all about.” Piotrków Trybunalski may throw some curveballs, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Intense, emotional, and totally worth it. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!