Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Makiv is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live on Shevchenka Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. The roosters are crowin’, cars are honkin’, and my neighbor’s cat is givin’ me the stink eye.
I get to the shop, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The smell of meat hits ya like a brick wall. I’m talkin’ about that fresh, juicy aroma. But then, bam! My delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at the clock, and it’s tickin’ away. I’m fumin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like I’m askin’ for a miracle here. Just some good ol’ pork and beef, ya know?
Finally, he rolls in, all outta breath. “Sorry, man! Traffic on Haharina Street was nuts!” I just roll my eyes. Traffic? In Makiv? That’s like sayin’ the sky is blue. But whatever, I let it slide. I got work to do.
So, I start slicin’ and dicin’. I’m in my zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, this lady walks in. She’s all frantic, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. “I need a whole chicken! Like, now!” I’m thinkin’, lady, it’s not a fast-food joint. But I grab a chicken, and she’s like, “No, not that one! The bigger one!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s a chicken, not a trophy!” But I get her the biggest one we got. She pays and bolts outta there. I swear, I’ve never seen someone move so fast.
Then, around noon, my buddy Vasyl swings by. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to catch a fish in the Dnipro River. “Dude, I fell in! The fish were laughin’ at me!” I’m crackin’ up. I mean, who falls in the river tryin’ to catch fish? Only Vasyl.
But then, the mood shifts. I get a call from my mom. She’s all upset. “Your uncle’s in the hospital!” My heart drops. I’m thinkin’, not him. He’s always been the tough one. I can’t even focus on work after that. I’m slicin’ meat, but my mind’s on my uncle.
Later, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shinin’, and I see kids playin’ on the street. They’re laughin’, runnin’ around, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like that that remind ya life’s still good, ya know?
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just smashed his bike into a car on Kostiantynivska Street. I’m like, “Dude, what were ya thinkin’?” He gets up, brushes himself off, and starts yellin’ at the car owner. Classic Makiv drama.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up shop, and as I’m walkin’ home, I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Makiv is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a butcher in Makiv. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!