Man, what a day! Raucesti, you wild beast! I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Nope! Not in this city. First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt when you’re an anticorrosion agent?
So, I’m rushing outta my place on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with that weird statue of the guy holding a fish? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Raucesti streets are like a minefield, I swear.
I get to the site on Strada Libertății, and it’s chaos. Like, total madness. My crew’s there, but half of them are late. I’m like, “C’mon, guys! We’re not here to play hide and seek!” But they’re all chill, sipping their coffees. I’m losing it.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re the anticorrosion guy, right?” I’m thinking, “Wow, I’m famous!” But then she starts ranting about how her fence is rusting. I mean, lady, I’m not a miracle worker! I can’t just wave a magic wand and make it all shiny again. But I smile and nod, pretending I care.
After that, I head over to Strada Tineretului. There’s this huge factory there, and I’m supposed to check their equipment. I walk in, and it smells like burnt rubber and regret. Seriously, who thought this was a good idea? I’m checking the pipes, and they’re all corroded. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed today.”
But then, I find this old machine that’s been sitting there for ages. It’s like a dinosaur! I’m thinking, “This thing could be a museum piece.” I snap a pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show my followers how cool my job is, right?
Suddenly, I hear a loud bang. My heart drops. I run outside, and there’s a bunch of guys arguing on Strada Victoriei. They’re yelling about some football match. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a game!” But they’re all fired up. I can’t help but laugh. Raucesti and its football drama, man.
Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a rust crisis!” He doesn’t care. Just wants numbers. Typical.
Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m walking back home, and I pass by that little park near Strada Călărași. It’s packed with kids playing and old folks chatting. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath. Raucesti, you’re a mess, but you’re my mess.
I get home, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t help but smile. This city, with all its quirks and chaos, keeps me on my toes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.