Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barista in Semic (si) is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at my little café on Trg svobode, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First customer walks in. It’s this dude, all decked out in a suit, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a business meeting on Ulica 1. He orders a triple-shot espresso. Like, bro, chill. You’re not running a marathon. I’m just about to start brewing when the power goes out. Yup, classic Semic. One minute, I’m vibin’, next minute, it’s pitch black. I’m like, “Great, just great.”
So, I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light. And then, BAM! The lights flicker back on. But guess what? The espresso machine’s dead. I’m ready to throw it out the window. I mean, c’mon! It’s like the universe is testing me.
Next up, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s from the neighborhood, always orders her cappuccino with extra foam. I love her. She’s like a grandma to everyone. But today, she’s got this wild story about how she saw a cat on Ulica 2 that looked just like her late husband. I’m like, “What?!” I can’t even. But it’s kinda sweet, ya know?
Then, outta nowhere, a group of teenagers bursts in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and all wearing those trendy sneakers. They order, like, a million different drinks. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like, “Dude, slow down!” I’m pouring lattes, steaming milk, and they’re just laughing and taking selfies. I swear, they’re more interested in their phones than the coffee.
Finally, I get their orders right, and they’re all hyped. One of them spills a caramel macchiato all over the counter. I’m like, “Seriously?!” It’s stickier than a honey factory. I’m scrubbing it down, and they’re just giggling. I’m losing my mind.
But then, this cute couple walks in. They’re holding hands, all lovey-dovey. They order two mochas and sit by the window on Ulica 3. I can’t help but smile. Love is in the air, or maybe it’s just the smell of fresh coffee. Either way, it’s a nice vibe.
As the day goes on, I’m running on caffeine and chaos. I’m sweating bullets, but I’m also laughing at the madness. Semic is wild, man. You never know what’s gonna happen next.
Around 3 PM, the power goes out AGAIN. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” But this time, I just roll with it. I grab a couple of candles from the back and light ‘em up. The café turns into this cozy little hideaway. People start chatting, sharing stories. It’s kinda magical, honestly.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve seen the best and worst of Semic today. I’ve laughed, I’ve almost cried, and I’ve definitely spilled more coffee than I care to admit.
As I close up, I look around. The café is a mess, but it’s filled with memories. I think about how tomorrow will probably be just as crazy. But that’s Semic for ya. Always unexpected, always a little wild. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.