Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Caracal is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Strada 1 Decembrie. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a glazier, I can handle it.
First job of the day? Fix a window on Strada Mihai Viteazul. Easy peasy, or so I thought. I get there, and the client? Total diva. She’s like, “Make it perfect!” Lady, it’s a window, not a Picasso! I’m sweating bullets, and she’s just standing there, arms crossed, judging my every move. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just glass!” But nooo, she’s gotta have it flawless.
Finally, I get it done. She’s happy, I’m relieved. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. A pigeon—yeah, a freakin’ pigeon—decides my head is the perfect landing spot. I’m standing there, flabbergasted, like, “Really? This is how my day’s gonna go?” I swear, I almost lost it.
Next, I head over to Strada Libertății. Gotta replace a storefront window for this little café. I’m thinkin’, “This’ll be a breeze.” But nooo, the owner’s got a million questions. “What’s the thickness? What’s the UV protection?” Dude, I’m not a scientist! I just wanna cut glass and go home!
But then, as I’m working, I catch a whiff of fresh pastries. Man, those croissants smell divine! I’m like, “Hey, can I snag one?” The owner laughs and hands me one. Best decision ever! I’m munching on this flaky goodness, and suddenly, life’s not so bad.
After that, I’m off to Strada Călărași. This place is a maze, I swear. I’m driving around, lost as a puppy. GPS is like, “Recalculating,” and I’m like, “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” Finally find the spot, and it’s a house with a view. I mean, you can see the whole city from there!
But here’s the kicker. I’m up on the ladder, and I drop my tool. It goes clattering down, and I’m like, “Noooo!” It lands right in a flowerbed. I’m trying to fish it out, and the homeowner’s watching me like I’m some kind of circus act. I’m laughing, but inside, I’m dying.
By the time I’m done, it’s late afternoon. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but feel proud. I mean, I fixed a bunch of windows today. I helped people see the world clearer, literally!
On my way back, I drive through the center of Caracal. The streets are buzzing, people are out and about. I see the old church on Strada Bălcescu, and it hits me—this city has character. It’s got history, and I’m part of it.
I pull into my driveway, and I’m beat. But as I sit there, I can’t help but smile. Sure, it was a crazy day, but it was mine. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen? Maybe I’ll get pooped on again, or maybe I’ll find another croissant. Either way, bring it on, Caracal!