OMG, what a day! Like, seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Quinta-Do-Conde, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First stop, Avenida da Liberdade. I’m there, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Client wants a last-minute shopping spree. Ugh, why do they always do this? I mean, can’t they plan ahead? So, I chug my coffee and sprint to the car.
Traffic on Rua da Liberdade is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some dude who thinks he’s in a race. Like, chill bro, it’s not the Formula 1. I’m yelling at my GPS, “Why are you taking me this way?!” It’s like it has a personal vendetta against me.
Finally, I get to the mall. It’s packed. I mean, who knew everyone and their grandma would be shopping today? I’m dodging strollers and old ladies like I’m in an obstacle course. I get to the store, and my client is already there, looking like a deer in headlights.
“Help me!” she says. I’m like, “Girl, I got you.” We dive into the racks. I’m pulling out dresses, shoes, you name it. She’s trying stuff on, and I’m just there, giving my best “Project Runway” commentary. “That’s a no, honey. Yes, slay!”
But then, disaster strikes. She loves this one dress, but it’s the last one. And guess what? It’s a size too small. I’m like, “Nooooo!” I can’t let her leave empty-handed. So, I sprint to the other side of the store, praying they have it.
I’m running down Rua da Estação, heart racing. I find it! But wait, it’s in a different color. I grab it, and I’m like, “This is it!” I rush back, and she’s still in the fitting room. I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.
She tries it on, and OMG, it’s perfect! She’s twirling, and I’m like, “Yaaas, queen!” But then, she’s like, “I don’t know, maybe I should think about it.” I’m internally screaming. “Girl, you look fab! Just buy it!”
Finally, she decides to get it. Phew! But wait, we still need shoes. So, we head to Rua da Praia. The shoe store is a whole vibe. I’m trying to keep it together, but I’m also eyeing these killer heels for myself.
She finds the perfect pair, and I’m like, “You’re gonna break some hearts in those!” But then, she’s like, “Do they match the dress?” I’m like, “Girl, they don’t have to match, they just have to slay!”
After what feels like hours, we finally check out. I’m exhausted but happy. I mean, I love my job, but some days, it’s like herding cats.
As we leave, I spot a cute café on Rua do Comércio. I’m like, “We need to celebrate!” So, we grab some pastries. I’m devouring a pastel de nata like it’s my last meal. Life is good again.
But then, I get a text. Another client wants me to find a wedding dress. I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” I can’t even. But hey, that’s the life of a personal shopping assistant in Quinta-Do-Conde.
So, I head home, exhausted but fulfilled. I love this city, the vibe, the people. Quinta-Do-Conde, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in paradise, right?