Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a lumberjack ain’t just about swingin’ axes and choppin’ wood. Nah, today was a wild ride in Oituz. Like, I woke up thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, but boy, was I wrong!
So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. Oituz is a small town, ya know? But it’s got its charm. The streets are narrow, like they were made for a horse and buggy or somethin’. I’m talkin’ about Strada Principala, where all the action happens. I mean, you can’t miss it. It’s like the main vein of the town.
I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old dude, Mr. Ionescu, tryin’ to fix his car. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, right? I’m a lumberjack, not a mechanic, but I can’t just leave him hangin’. We’re under the hood, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is not what I signed up for.”
Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms by, and BAM! He crashes right into a lamppost. I’m like, “Dude, are you okay?” He just gets up, brushes himself off, and laughs. Kids these days, man. They’re tougher than they look. I chuckle, but then I’m like, “What if he’d hit me?”
After that chaos, I finally make it to the woods. Ah, the sweet smell of pine! But guess what? My chainsaw won’t start. Ugh! I’m there, pullin’ the cord like it owes me money. I’m sweatin’ bullets, cursing under my breath. “C’mon, you piece of junk!”
Finally, it roars to life, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. I start choppin’ away, and it’s like therapy. The sound of the saw, the smell of fresh-cut wood—it’s bliss. But then, I hear this weird noise. I look up, and there’s a bear! A freakin’ bear! Just chillin’ like it owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, this is my turf!”
I back away slowly, tryin’ not to freak out. The bear just sniffs around and wanders off. Phew! That was a close one. I mean, I’m a lumberjack, not a bear wrestler!
After all that, I head back to town. I’m starving, so I hit up that little place on Strada Muncii. You know the one? They’ve got the best mici in town. I order a plate, and while I’m waitin’, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it like it’s a boxing match. I can’t help but laugh. “Get a room, folks!”
Finally, my food comes, and it’s glorious. I dig in, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to wipe it off, lookin’ like a mess.
As I’m leavin’, I bump into my buddy, Vlad. He’s got this wild story about a tree that fell on his truck. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta be more careful!” We laugh about it, and I’m feelin’ good.
But then, I remember I left my axe in the woods! No way I’m goin’ back there tonight. I’ll just have to get it in the mornin’.
So, I head home, exhausted but happy. Oituz, man. It’s a crazy little town, but it’s home. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!