Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a dental tech, right? Just your average dude fixin’ teeth all day. But today? Pffft, it was like a rollercoaster in Saint-Antoine. First off, I woke up late. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic! I sprinted outta my apartment on Rue de la République, barely had time to brush my hair, let alone my teeth. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a mouthful of minty toothpaste, right? So, I hop on my bike, zooming down Rue de la Liberté. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Yeah, right. I get to the lab, and it’s chaos. My boss, Mr. Dupont, is already losing it. He’s like, “Where’s the new mold for the patient on Rue des Écoles?” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” Then, I find out the mold’s been mixed up with some other dude’s. Ugh! I mean, come on! How hard is it to keep track of molds? It’s not rocket science! So, I’m scrambling, trying to fix this mess. I’m sweating bullets, and my coffee’s gone cold. Finally, I get it sorted. Patient comes in, and it’s this sweet old lady from Rue de la Paix. She’s got the biggest smile, and I’m like, “Aww, this is why I do this.” We chat about her grandkids, and I forget all the stress. But then, she drops a bomb. “I need a new denture, dear.” My heart sinks. I just fixed her last week! After that, I take a breather outside. I’m standing on the corner of Rue de la Mairie, just trying to chill. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy the fresh air! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Thanks, buddy!” Then, I decide to grab lunch at this little café on Rue des Forges. Best croissant ever! But the waiter? Total grump. I order a coffee, and he rolls his eyes. Dude, it’s not my fault you’re having a bad day! I mean, we all have our moments, right? After lunch, I head back to the lab. More chaos. A patient’s freaking out because their crown doesn’t fit. I’m like, “Chill, we’ll fix it!” But they’re not having it. I’m trying to calm them down, but inside, I’m like, “Why is this my life?” Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I feel good. I helped people, ya know? I’m biking home, and the sunset over the Rhône is gorgeous. I stop at the bridge, just taking it all in. Saint-Antoine is beautiful, even with all the craziness. I get home, plop on the couch, and think, “What a day!” I’m beat, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? Just gotta roll with it, right?