Man, what a day! I swear, being a merchandiser in Isabel-Segunda (PR) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First stop, Calle San Juan. I’m hustlin’ to meet a supplier. Traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like everyone decided to take their sweet time today. I’m stuck behind this old lady in a beat-up car. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re not in a race, but I am! Finally, I zoom past her and make it to the meeting.
But guess what? The supplier’s late. Like, really late. I’m sittin’ there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be at the beach instead. I mean, Isabel-Segunda has some killer beaches, right? But nooo, I’m stuck in this stuffy office.
When the dude finally shows up, he’s all flustered. Apparently, he got lost on Calle de la Paz. I’m like, “Dude, it’s literally a straight shot!” But whatever, we get down to business. He shows me this new product line, and I’m like, “This is fire!” But then he drops the price. My jaw hits the floor. I’m like, “You trippin’! Ain’t nobody payin’ that!”
After that, I’m fuming. I need a break. So, I head to the Plaza de la Libertad. It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. Grab a coffee from this little kiosk. The barista knows me by name. I’m like, “Yo, give me the usual.” She smiles, and I feel a bit better.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, coffee flying everywhere. I’m soaked, and my mood? Down the drain with the rain. I’m standing under this awning on Calle de la Esperanza, just cursing my luck.
Finally, the rain stops. I’m like, “Okay, let’s turn this day around.” I decide to hit up a local shop on Calle de la Amistad. They have the best merch. I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove. I’m grabbing stuff left and right. But then, I see this shirt. It’s perfect. I go to pay, and my card gets declined. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!”
The cashier gives me this look. I’m embarrassed, but I laugh it off. “Guess I’m not buying my new favorite shirt today!” I leave the store, feeling defeated.
But wait! I bump into my buddy Carlos on Calle de la Cultura. He’s like, “Dude, you look like you’ve been through a hurricane!” I tell him about my day, and he just laughs. We end up grabbing some street food. Tacos al pastor, man! Best decision ever.
As we’re eating, I start to feel better. The sun’s coming out again, and the vibe in Isabel-Segunda is just right. People are out, music’s playing, and I’m reminded why I love this city.
By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Sure, the day was a mess, but it was MY mess. And honestly, that’s what makes it all worth it. Isabel-Segunda, you crazy, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.