Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Kirovskoye is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the glass I gotta cut. I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The lady there always gives me extra sugar. Bless her heart.
So, I’m on my way to this job on Pushkina Street. It’s a nice spot, but the client? Ugh, total diva. She wanted a custom glass design. I mean, who do you think I am? Picasso with a glass cutter? Anyway, I get there, and she’s like, “Make it sparkle!” Sparkle? Lady, it’s glass, not a disco ball!
I start measuring, and guess what? I drop my tape measure. Classic me, right? It rolls right into the street. I’m chasing it down like it’s a runaway dog. Cars are honking, people are staring. I’m like, “Yeah, just your friendly neighborhood glazier, no biggie!” Finally catch it, but I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.
Then, I get back to work. I’m cutting the glass, and it’s going smooth. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, BAM! The glass shatters. Just my luck! I’m standing there, glass shards everywhere, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear the client gasping behind me.
I clean it up, and she’s still there, arms crossed, tapping her foot. I’m thinking, “Lady, chill! It’s just glass!” But I keep my cool. I mean, I’m a pro, right? So, I cut another piece, and this time, I’m extra careful.
After that, I head over to the market on Kirova Street. I need a snack. Grab a couple of those delicious pirozhki. You know, the ones stuffed with potatoes? Heaven! I sit down on a bench, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days in Kirovskoye. Apparently, the streets used to be all dirt. Can you imagine?
I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this kid on a bike zooming past. He hits a bump and goes flying! I’m like, “Whoa!” But he gets up, brushes himself off, and laughs. Kids these days, man. Tougher than glass!
After my snack, I head back to finish the job. The client’s still there, and I’m thinking, “Please, just let me finish.” I get the glass in, and it looks decent. She finally smiles. Thank goodness! I’m ready to bolt outta there.
But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Of course! Just my luck! I’m soaked in seconds. I dash to my van parked on Gagarina Street, and I’m laughing at myself. “What a day!” I shout to no one.
I drive home, and I can’t help but think about Kirovskoye. It’s a wild place, full of surprises. The streets, the people, the food—everything’s a bit chaotic, but that’s what makes it home, right?
Finally, I crash on my couch, exhausted. I’m thinking, “Tomorrow’s gotta be better.” But knowing my luck, it’ll probably be another rollercoaster ride. Ah, Kirovskoye, you never let me down!