Man, what a day! I swear, being a telephone operator in Trebukhiv is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a typical morning, sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just trying to sip my coffee on Vulytsia Shchorsa. But then, bam! The phone starts ringing off the hook. First call? Some dude’s lost his cat. Like, seriously? I’m not a pet detective! But I’m like, “Yo, what’s the cat’s name?” He’s all frantic, “It’s Fluffy!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you named a cat Fluffy? Original.” Anyway, I give him some tips on where to look. I mean, Trebukhiv’s not that big, right? Just check around the park on Vulytsia Haharina. Then, right after that, I get this call from a lady. She’s screaming about a pothole on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. I’m like, “Lady, I can’t fix roads! I’m not a superhero!” But she’s relentless. “It’s gonna swallow my car!” I’m just trying to keep my cool. I mean, I get it, potholes are the bane of our existence here. But come on, I’m just a voice on the other end of the line! And then, outta nowhere, I get a call from this old man. He’s lost his way to the market. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down the street!” But he’s all confused. I’m trying to give him directions, but he keeps talking about the good ol’ days. “Back in my day, we didn’t have GPS!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and you also didn’t have smartphones, buddy.” But I can’t be rude, so I just nod along. By lunchtime, I’m feeling like a zombie. I grab a quick bite at that little café on Vulytsia Kovalivska. The borscht there? To die for! But the service? Ugh. I swear, I waited like 20 minutes for my order. I’m about to lose it. I mean, how hard is it to serve soup? After lunch, it’s back to the chaos. I get a call from a kid. He’s like, “I need help with my homework!” I’m thinking, “Bro, I’m not your tutor!” But I can’t say no. So, I’m trying to help him with math. I’m like, “Okay, what’s 2 + 2?” And he’s like, “Umm… 5?” I’m dying inside. Then, the phone rings again. It’s a woman asking about a lost dog. I’m like, “Is this a pet hotline now?” But I help her out. I mean, Trebukhiv’s got a lot of parks. I tell her to check near the river. Finally, the day starts winding down. I’m exhausted. But then, I get this call from a guy who’s just won the lottery! He’s screaming, “I’m rich! I’m rich!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna blow my eardrums!” But I’m happy for him. Trebukhiv needs some good news, right? As I’m packing up, I can’t help but laugh. What a wild ride! I mean, from lost pets to lottery winners, this city never sleeps. Trebukhiv, you crazy! I love it, but man, I need a drink. Cheers to another day in the life of a telephone operator!