Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden in Bolintin-Deal is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You never know what’s comin’ next. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Strada 1 Decembrie. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up the local market on Strada Principala. Gotta grab some coffee. I’m half-asleep, and this old lady, bless her heart, starts yellin’ at me about her cat. Like, lady, I’m not a vet! But she’s persistent, talkin’ about how Mr. Whiskers needs a new collar. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll get right on that.” I mean, c’mon, I got a prison to run!
So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s the deputy. “We got a situation at the yard.” Ugh, not again. I rush back to the prison, heart racin’.
When I get there, it’s chaos. Some inmates are throwin’ a fit over the lunch menu. Seriously? You’re in prison, not a five-star restaurant! I’m tryin’ to calm ‘em down, but they’re all like, “We want pizza!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s cabbage soup day. Deal with it!”
Then, outta nowhere, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just smashed a chair against the wall. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta deal with this.” I march over, and this dude, let’s call him “Big Mike,” is all fired up. He’s shoutin’ about his rights. I’m like, “Your rights? You lost those when you decided to rob a bank!”
After a heated chat, I finally get him to chill. But man, my blood pressure is through the roof. I need a break. So, I step outside for some fresh air. Bolintin-Deal is actually kinda nice when you’re not in the middle of a prison riot. The sun’s shining, kids are playin’ in the park on Strada Tineretului. I see a couple of old dudes playin’ chess. Makes me smile, ya know?
But then, I get a call from the mayor. He’s all like, “We need to talk about the prison’s image.” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, we’re not a tourist attraction!” But I gotta play nice. So, I meet him at the café on Strada Libertății. He’s sippin’ espresso, lookin’ all serious. I’m just tryin’ not to spill my drink.
We chat about community programs and how to make the prison “more approachable.” I’m like, “How about we start with not letting inmates escape?” But I nod and smile. Gotta keep the peace, right?
Finally, I head back to the prison. It’s been a long day, and I’m exhausted. But then, I see a group of inmates gathered around the yard. They’re laughin’ and playin’ cards. I can’t help but chuckle. Even in prison, they find a way to have fun.
As I walk back to my office, I think about Bolintin-Deal. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a quiet day or two wouldn’t hurt.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just another day in Bolintin-Deal.