Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Vysokyi is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill.
First off, I hit the road on Vulytsia Kurchatova. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on, people! It’s not a demolition derby! I’m stuck behind this old Lada that’s moving slower than molasses. I’m tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about all the glass I gotta cut today.
Finally, I get to the job site on Vulytsia Shchorsa. It’s a new apartment complex, and I’m pumped. New glass, new vibes, right? But then, I see it. The foreman, Oleg, is standing there looking like he just lost a fight with a bear. Turns out, the delivery of glass got messed up. Like, seriously? Who orders glass and forgets to send it? I’m fuming.
I’m like, “Oleg, what’s the deal?” He just shrugs. I mean, c’mon! I’m here ready to work, and I can’t even start. So, I grab a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner of Vulytsia Haharina. Best coffee in town, no joke. I down it like it’s water.
After what feels like an eternity, the glass finally arrives. But wait—there’s a crack in one of the panels! I’m losing it. I’m like, “Dude, this is not a jigsaw puzzle!” Oleg just laughs it off. I’m thinking, “You’re not the one who has to deal with this mess!”
So, I get to work, and let me tell ya, cutting glass is an art. It’s all about the pressure, the angle, the vibe. I’m in my zone, feeling like Picasso with a glass cutter. But then, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stack of glass sheets. I’m ready to scream.
But then, something unexpected happens. The guy, who’s probably in his twenties, starts cracking jokes. He’s like, “Guess I’m just trying to make a window into my future!” I can’t help but laugh. It’s ridiculous, but it lightens the mood.
After a long day of cutting, fitting, and cursing under my breath, I finally finish. I step back to admire my work on Vulytsia Kurchatova. The sun’s setting, and the glass is reflecting all these colors. It’s beautiful. I feel a sense of pride.
But wait, there’s more! As I’m packing up, I spot a stray cat. This little furball is just chilling by the dumpster. I’m like, “Hey buddy, you want some glass?” I know, I’m weird. But I can’t help it. I’m a softie for animals.
So, I grab some leftover lunch and toss it to the cat. It looks at me like I’m a hero. I’m thinking, “Man, if only my boss appreciated me like this cat does.”
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Vysokyi is wild, man. From the chaos of the streets to the beauty of the sunset, it’s a ride. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe less drama, but who am I kidding? It’s Vysokyi!