Man, what a day! I swear, being a furrier in Novoazovs-k is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about all the pelts I gotta work on. I live on Shevchenka Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. The morning air is crisp, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!”
First stop, the market on Haharina Street. I’m hustlin’ through the stalls, dodging babushkas selling their homemade jams. Seriously, they’re like ninjas with those jars! I grab some fresh coffee, and boom, I’m ready to tackle the day. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s trying to sell me this ratty old fur coat. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a thrift shop!” I mean, come on, I’m a furrier, not a dumpster diver!
So, I get back to my workshop on Pushkina Street, and it’s chaos. My assistant, Vika, is late. Again. I’m fuming! I’m like, “Vika, you can’t just stroll in like it’s a catwalk!” But when she finally shows up, she’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. I can’t even. I mean, who has time for that? But then she pulls out this cute little kitten she rescued. Ugh, my heart melts. I guess I can’t stay mad forever.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client, and they’re freaking out about a custom order. They want a full-length fur coat for their dog. A DOG! I’m like, “Are you serious?” But hey, a job’s a job, right? So I’m sketching ideas, and I’m thinking, “This better not turn into a fashion disaster.”
Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up this little café on Kostiantynivska Street. The borscht there is to die for! I’m slurping it down, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Novoazovs-k, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m just thinking about how I need to get back to work.
After lunch, I’m back at it. Vika finally gets the sewing machine working, and we’re in the zone. But then, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? I’m pacing around, cursing under my breath. I mean, how am I supposed to finish this coat? But then I remember, there’s a backup generator. Thank goodness!
Finally, the day’s winding down. I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sunset over the Azov Sea is stunning. The colors are wild, like a painting. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, all the craziness fades away.
But then, I trip over a curb on Kirova Street. Classic me! I’m sprawled out on the pavement, and this group of teenagers starts laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But deep down, I’m chuckling too. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
So, I head home, thinking about tomorrow. More furs, more chaos, and hopefully, fewer cats in trees. Novoazovs-k, you never fail to surprise me!