Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Cumpana is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Strada Principala. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on, people! It’s not a parking lot! I’m stuck behind this old dude in a rusty Dacia. I mean, I love the classics, but this thing was wheezing like it was about to die. I’m honking, yelling, “Move it, grandpa!” but he’s just vibing to some old Romanian tunes. Classic Cumpana, right?
Finally, I get to the mining site. It’s on the outskirts, near the old quarry. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” But nope! The crew’s late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, looking like a fool, while the sun’s beating down on me. I’m sweating like a pig.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Ion. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a protest happening on Strada Cumpana. People are mad about the mining regulations. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! We need jobs, right?
So, I rush over there. The vibe is tense. People are shouting, waving signs. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck is going on?” I spot a few familiar faces. Old Mrs. Popescu is there, bless her heart. She’s yelling about the environment. I’m like, “Yeah, I feel you, but we gotta eat too!”
I try to talk to some folks. “Hey, let’s chill for a sec.” But they’re not having it. I’m getting angrier by the minute. I mean, I’m just doing my job! I’m not the enemy here!
After what feels like forever, I finally manage to calm some people down. We start chatting, and I’m surprised. They’re not all against mining. Some just want better safety measures. I’m like, “Okay, I can get behind that.”
Then, just when I think it’s over, a guy trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” But he gets up, laughing. “I’m good, I’m good!” Classic Cumpana spirit, I guess.
By the time I head back to the site, I’m exhausted. I grab a quick bite at that little place on Strada Victoriei. You know the one? Best mici in town! I’m chowing down, thinking about how crazy the day’s been.
But wait, it gets better! I get a call from my boss. “We need you at the site ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But whatever, I hop in my car and zoom back.
When I arrive, there’s a huge commotion. Turns out, they found something big in the mine. Like, treasure big! I’m thinking, “This is it! Cumpana’s gonna be famous!” Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m feeling that rush.
But then, I see the foreman. He’s looking pale. “We gotta shut it down.” I’m like, “What? Why?” Apparently, there’s a safety issue. My heart sinks. Just when we thought we had a win, bam!
So, I wrap up my day, feeling like a rollercoaster that just got derailed. I drive home, thinking about all the ups and downs. Cumpana’s a wild place, man. Full of surprises, drama, and a whole lotta heart.
As I crash on my couch, I can’t help but laugh. Tomorrow’s another day, right? Who knows what’ll happen next in this crazy little town?