Man, what a day! I swear, Mavrodin really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” LOL, boy was I wrong.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Strada Principală, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Seriously, these streets are like a minefield. I almost tripped over a stray cat. Like, dude, can you not?
I finally get to my first appointment at this cute little café on Strada Călărași. I’m all set to style this influencer, right? But she’s late. Ugh! I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and the barista is giving me the side-eye. Like, chill, I’m not the one who’s late!
When she finally shows up, she’s a hot mess. Hair’s all over the place, and she’s wearing this oversized hoodie that looks like it swallowed her whole. I’m like, “Girl, we gotta fix this!” But she’s all, “I’m going for the ‘I woke up like this’ vibe.” I’m like, “Nah, let’s not.”
So, we start working on her look. I’m pulling out all my tricks, and she’s just scrolling through her phone. I’m trying to get her to focus, but she’s too busy posting selfies. I mean, come on! I’m here, working my magic, and she’s just... ugh!
Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I’m talking dark clouds, thunder, the whole shebang. We’re in the middle of Strada Mavrodin, and it starts pouring. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” We dash inside, and I’m trying to salvage her hair with a blow dryer. It’s chaos!
Finally, we get her looking decent, and she’s like, “Let’s take pics!” I’m thinking, “Girl, it’s pouring outside!” But she drags me out anyway. We’re standing in the rain, and I’m just praying my phone doesn’t get soaked.
After that, I’m soaked, but kinda happy. I mean, we got some killer shots. I’m feeling like a rockstar stylist. But then, I check my phone. My next client is at the salon on Strada Tineretului, and I’m already late.
I sprint over, looking like a drowned rat. The salon’s packed, and my client is fuming. I’m like, “Sorry, girl! Rain, you know?” She’s not having it. I’m trying to calm her down, but she’s all, “I don’t have time for this!”
I’m like, “Chill, we’ll make you fabulous!” But she’s not buying it. I start working on her hair, and she’s just staring at me like I’m some kind of magician. I’m sweating bullets, trying to keep it together.
Finally, I finish, and she looks in the mirror. Her face lights up! I’m like, “See? Told ya!” She’s all smiles now, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, she drops a bomb. “I need this for a wedding in an hour!” I’m like, “What?!”
So, I’m racing against time now. I’m throwing in curls, adding some sparkle, and praying I don’t mess it up. The clock’s ticking, and I’m sweating like crazy. But somehow, I pull it off. She looks stunning!
She runs out, and I’m left there, just breathing. What a day! Mavrodin, you wild city! You’ve got me running around like a headless chicken. But hey, that’s what I love about this job. It’s crazy, it’s chaotic, but it’s mine.
As I walk home, I can’t help but smile. Mavrodin’s streets are still buzzing, and I’m just a stylist trying to make magic happen. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.