Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden in Rebordosa ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road down Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one that’s always packed with those little cafés? I grab my usual coffee—strong enough to wake the dead. I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I see this guy, old Miguel, trippin’ over his own feet. Classic Miguel. He’s like 80 but thinks he’s still got it. I laugh, but then I help him up. He’s all, “Thanks, kid!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a kid!” But whatever, I’m feelin’ good.
Then I get to the prison. The vibe? Tense. You can cut it with a knife. I walk in, and the guards are all whispering. I’m like, “What’s up?” Turns out, there’s a rumor about a breakout. Great. Just what I need. I’m already stressed, and now I gotta deal with this?
So, I head to the yard, and there’s this group of inmates chillin’ by the basketball court. They’re laughin’ and throwin’ the ball around. I’m thinkin’, “What’s so funny?” I mean, they’re in prison, right? But then I see it. They’re playin’ a game where the loser has to do push-ups. I can’t help but chuckle. It’s ridiculous, but hey, at least they’re not plotting an escape.
But then, outta nowhere, I hear shouting. I rush over, and it’s a fight! Two guys, fists flyin’. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I jump in, break it up, and I’m fuming. “What’s wrong with you two?!” They just glare at me. I swear, sometimes I feel like a babysitter for grown men.
After that chaos, I need a breather. I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the prison is kinda nice, though. You can see the hills of Rebordosa in the distance. It’s peaceful, but I can’t enjoy it. My mind’s racing. What if they really do try to escape?
Later, I head to the cafeteria. The food? Ugh. It’s like they’re trying to punish us. I grab a plate of whatever that slop is. I sit down, and guess who plops down next to me? Carla, the new guard. She’s cool, but she talks a lot. I’m tryin’ to eat, and she’s all, “Did you see the new mural on Rua da Paz?” I’m like, “Yeah, it’s nice.” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Can I just eat in peace?”
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? I’m like, “Not today!” We all rush outside, and it’s chaos. Turns out, someone burned their toast in the kitchen. I’m ready to lose it. I mean, come on!
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted. I drive home through the streets of Rebordosa, and I see the sunset. It’s beautiful, but I’m too tired to appreciate it. I pull into my driveway, and I just sit there for a minute.
What a day, right? I’m angry, happy, surprised, and just plain worn out. But hey, that’s life as a warden in Rebordosa. You never know what’s gonna happen next.