Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Rosny-sous-Bois is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the Rue de la République to grab my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. But guess what? The café was closed! Closed! I mean, who closes a café in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit. I ended up at this random boulangerie instead. Got a croissant that was so flaky it practically exploded in my hands. But hey, at least it was tasty.
Then, I head to my workshop on Rue de l'Église. I’m all pumped to craft some stoves. I love it, man. The smell of metal, the sound of welding. But as soon as I walk in, I see it. My tools! All over the place! Like a tornado hit. I’m like, “Who’s been messin’ with my stuff?” Turns out, my buddy Jean thought it’d be funny to prank me. Not cool, Jean. Not cool.
So, I spend the next hour cleaning up. I’m fuming, but then I find this old piece of metal. It’s rusty, but I’m like, “Challenge accepted!” I start working on it, and suddenly, I’m in the zone. I’m hammering away, sparks flying, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.
But then, bam! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, cursing the universe. I mean, come on! I’m in Rosny-sous-Bois, not some horror movie! I grab my phone, and it’s dead too. Great. Just great.
So, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to Parc des Coteaux, trying to cool off. The park’s nice, you know? Kids are playing, couples are walking, and I’m just there, stewing. I sit on a bench, and this old guy next to me starts talking about the weather. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not in the mood.” But he’s persistent.
“Did you know Rosny-sous-Bois has a rich history?” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I know.” But he goes on about the old train station and how it used to be a big deal. I’m half-listening, half-trying to figure out how to fix my day.
Finally, the power comes back on! I rush back to my workshop, ready to finish that stove. I’m back in the groove, and then—surprise!—my phone buzzes. It’s a message from a client. They want a custom stove, like, yesterday. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not a magician!” But I can’t say no. Gotta pay the bills, right?
So, I pull an all-nighter, crafting this beauty. I’m exhausted, but it’s worth it. I finish just as the sun’s coming up. I step outside, and the sky is this gorgeous orange. I’m standing there, covered in soot, but I feel like a champ.
I deliver the stove to the client on Rue de la Mare. They’re thrilled! I’m like, “Yeah, I know I’m awesome.” And for a second, all the chaos fades away.
But then, I trip on the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I land right in front of a bunch of people. They laugh, and I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But deep down, I’m laughing too.
So, that was my day in Rosny-sous-Bois. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a good cup of coffee. But that’s a different story!