Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an auditor, right? Yeah, I know, super exciting. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la Libération. You know, the one that’s always too hot or too cold? Yeah, that one. I had my coffee, which was more like sludge than anything else. But hey, caffeine is caffeine, am I right?
First stop, the office. I had to audit this company on Avenue de la République. Sounds fancy, huh? But nah, it was just a bunch of folks trying to make sense of their finances. I walk in, and boom! The printer’s jammed. Classic. I’m like, “Really? It’s 2023, and we still can’t figure out printers?”
So, I’m wrestling with this thing, and I’m getting angrier by the second. I mean, come on! I’m an auditor, not a tech support guy! Finally, I get it working, and I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.
Then, I dive into the numbers. Ugh, numbers. They’re like my ex—always hiding something. But I’m digging through the files, and I find some discrepancies. Like, what the heck? They’re missing receipts for half their expenses! I’m thinking, “Did they think I wouldn’t notice?”
After that, I needed a break. So, I hit up the local boulangerie on Rue des Écoles. Best croissants ever! I grab one, and it’s warm and flaky. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a mess.
I head back to the office, and guess what? The boss wants to meet. Of course, he picks the worst time. I’m trying to clean my shirt with napkins, looking like a total disaster. He walks in, and I’m like, “Hey, just auditing my fashion choices!” He didn’t laugh.
So, we go over the findings. I’m all fired up, explaining the missing receipts. He’s nodding, but I can see he’s not really listening. I’m thinking, “Dude, this is important!” But whatever.
After the meeting, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, flowers, and all that jazz. I sit on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by with a soccer ball and totally nails me in the leg. Ouch! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?
Then, I see this street performer on Rue de la Liberté. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and for a moment, I forget about the day. It’s nice.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss again. He wants me to come back to the office. Seriously? I just got a moment of peace! So, I head back, and guess what? The printer’s jammed again. I can’t even.
Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted. I walk home, and I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Saint-Berthevin, you’ve got your quirks, but I love ya. From the streets to the parks, it’s a wild ride.
I crash on my couch, thinking about tomorrow. More audits, more coffee, and hopefully fewer printer jams. Here’s to another day in Saint-Berthevin!