Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la République, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, come on! It’s a Monday, I need all the luck I can get. I rushed outta my place, dodging the dog poop on the sidewalk. Ugh, Saint-Clement-de-Riviere, get it together!
So, I hop on the tram at the station near Place de la Liberté. It’s packed, of course. I’m squished between this guy who smells like he bathed in garlic and a lady who’s blasting her music. I mean, really? Who needs a personal concert at 8 AM?
Finally, I get to the office on Avenue de la Gare. I’m late, obviously. My boss, Mr. Dupont, is already fuming. He’s got that look, you know? The “I’m gonna explode” look. I swear, he’s like a volcano waiting to erupt. I try to sneak in, but he spots me. “You’re late!” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not my fault the tram’s a circus!”
Then, the day just spirals. We had this big meeting planned, right? And guess what? The projector decides to take a vacation. It’s just flashing this weird blue screen. I’m sweating bullets. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna get fired.”
But then, outta nowhere, my coworker Julie saves the day. She’s like a tech wizard or something. She fixes it in like, two minutes. I’m standing there, jaw on the floor. “How’d you do that?” I ask. She just shrugs and says, “I have my ways.” I’m like, “You’re a magician, Julie!”
After the meeting, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down Rue des Écoles. It’s such a cute street, with all those little cafés and shops. I grabbed a croissant from this bakery that smells like heaven. Seriously, if I could live in that smell, I would.
But then, I see this guy on a bike, right? He’s zooming down the street, and I’m thinking, “Dude, slow down!” And guess what? He hits a pothole and goes flying! I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-concerned. He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic Saint-Clement-de-Riviere moment.
Later, I head back to the office, and my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to water the plants?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in the middle of a crisis here!” But I love her. She’s always checking in.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I walk home, taking the long way through Parc de la Mairie. It’s so peaceful there, with the trees and the little pond. I sit on a bench for a sec, just to breathe. I think about how crazy today was.
And then, I see the sunset. It’s gorgeous, all pink and orange. I snap a pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show the world that even on a chaotic day, there’s beauty.
So, yeah, that was my day in Saint-Clement-de-Riviere. Full of ups and downs, laughs and facepalms. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without coffee spills. But you know what I mean!