Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Berdyansk, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m hustling down Pushkina Street, trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Moka. You know, the one with the best cappuccino? But guess what? They’re outta coffee beans! Like, how do you run a café without coffee? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “This is how my day starts?” Ugh.
So, I settle for some weird tea. Not my jam, but whatever. I’m walking down to the office on Shevchenka Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop for a sec, toss him a few hryvnias, and he gives me this huge smile. That made me feel a bit better, ya know?
But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest one ever. My shoes are soaked. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I’m trying to shake it off, but my socks are squishy. Gross.
Finally, I get to the office, and it’s chaos. My boss, Oleg, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. Apparently, some important documents went missing. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just paper.” But he’s all, “This is serious!” I mean, it’s Berdyansk, not Kyiv. How serious can it get?
Then, I get a call from my buddy, Sasha. He’s at the beach, and I’m stuck in this madness. He’s like, “C’mon, it’s sunny! Join us!” I’m dying inside. I wanna be at the beach, not dealing with Oleg’s drama.
After a few hours of searching for those stupid papers, I finally find them. They were in the printer. Like, really? I could’ve been at the beach! I’m so done.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up this little spot on Gagarina Street. They have the best borscht. I’m sitting there, trying to enjoy it, but my phone won’t stop buzzing. It’s work stuff. I’m like, “Can’t a person eat in peace?”
Then, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy golden retriever, and I’m instantly in love. I go outside to pet it, and the owner starts chatting with me. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We talk about the art scene in Berdyansk, and I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know we had that!”
After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? Oleg’s still in a mood. He’s ranting about the city council and how they’re messing up the roads on Komsomolskaya Street. I mean, he’s not wrong, but c’mon, it’s not the end of the world.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I just wanna go home, kick off my shoes, and forget about the world. But no, I get a text from Sasha. “Beach bonfire tonight!” I’m like, “Ugh, fine!”
So, I grab some snacks and head to the beach. The sunset is gorgeous, and I finally feel relaxed. We’re laughing, roasting marshmallows, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about.”
But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and steals my marshmallow! I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” Everyone’s cracking up. I can’t even be mad.
As the night goes on, I realize, despite the craziness, Berdyansk has its charm. The streets, the people, the beach—it’s all part of the ride. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right?