Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Ovidiopol is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety harness. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny morning, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m at the building on Kirova Street. You know, the one with the weird statue of that guy holding a fish? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, ready to take folks up and down, when this lady bursts in. She’s all flustered, hair a mess, and she’s like, “I’m late! I need to get to the fifth floor!” I’m like, “Chill, lady, we’ll get there.” But she’s practically climbing the walls.
So, I hit the button, and up we go. But then, BAM! The elevator stops. Just stops. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her breathing like a racehorse. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “This is how I die.” But then I remember, I’ve got snacks in my bag. So, I pull out a chocolate bar. I offer it to her, and she looks at me like I’m nuts. “I’m not hungry!” she snaps. I’m like, “Lady, we might be stuck here for hours. You’ll want this.”
Finally, I get the elevator moving again. We reach the fifth floor, and she bolts out like she’s escaping a fire. I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Ovidiopol, man. You never know what’s gonna happen.
Next up, I get this group of kids. They’re all hyped up, probably just got outta school on Vulytsia Shchorsa. They pile in, and I’m like, “Whoa, easy there!” They’re bouncing around, yelling about some game they’re playing. I can’t even keep up. One kid’s like, “Did you see that goal?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to keep this elevator from crashing.”
But then, they start singing some pop song. And I’m not gonna lie, it’s kinda catchy. I’m tapping my foot, and suddenly, I’m in a concert. I’m laughing, they’re laughing, and for a moment, Ovidiopol feels like a party.
Then, the mood shifts. This old dude gets in on the next floor. He’s grumpy, arms crossed, like he’s just bitten into a lemon. He starts complaining about the youth today. “Back in my day…” Oh boy, here we go. I’m just nodding, trying not to roll my eyes. I mean, c’mon, dude, you were young once too!
But then, he surprises me. He starts telling stories about Ovidiopol back in the day. The markets on Vulytsia Komsomolska, the festivals by the river. I’m hanging on every word. It’s like I’m in a time machine. I can see the old Ovidiopol he’s talking about. It’s beautiful, vibrant. Makes me appreciate this place more.
After that, I’m back to the grind. I’m on the ground floor when this guy walks in. He’s got a huge bouquet of flowers. I’m thinking, “Aww, someone’s in love.” But then he trips. Flowers go flying everywhere! I’m dying laughing. He’s scrambling to pick them up, and I’m like, “Dude, you might wanna stick to chocolates next time.”
By the end of my shift, I’m exhausted but happy. Ovidiopol is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters. I love it. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the river. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, just like the elevator I run. Ovidiopol, you crazy place, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.