Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around it. So, I’m a machinist, right? Just your average dude workin’ in Saint-Doulchard, a chill little spot near Bourges. But today? Pffft, it was anything but chill.
I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, it’s more like a suggestion. I rushed outta my flat on Rue de la République, barely had time to grab a coffee. You know that little café, Le Petit Café? Yeah, I love that place. Best croissants in town. But today? No time. Just a quick “au revoir” to the barista, who probably thinks I’m a ghost at this point.
So, I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down Avenue de la Libération. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, bam! A pothole! I swear, it’s like they’re tryin’ to swallow me whole. I hit it hard, and my bike goes sideways. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”
Finally, I get to work at the workshop on Rue des Écoles. My boss, old man Gérard, is already yellin’ about some machine that’s gone haywire. I mean, c’mon! It’s always somethin’. I’m tryin’ to fix it, but it’s like the machine’s possessed or somethin’. I’m gettin’ mad, like, “Why can’t you just cooperate?”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Lucas shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break and hit up the park. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in the middle of a crisis!” But he’s all, “C’mon, man, life’s too short.” So, we sneak out to Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, y’know? Trees, flowers, and all that jazz.
We chill there for a bit, and I’m feelin’ better. Lucas cracks some jokes, and I’m laughin’ so hard I almost spill my soda. But then, I see this kid, like, 10 years old, tryin’ to ride a skateboard. He wipes out hard, and I’m like, “Ouch!” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and tries again. I’m thinkin’, “Man, that’s some serious determination.”
After the park, we head back to the workshop. I’m pumped, ready to tackle that machine again. But guess what? It’s worse! Now it’s makin’ this weird noise, like a cat in a blender. I’m about to lose it. I’m like, “Gérard, we need a miracle here!”
Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s this delivery guy with a huge box. He’s like, “Package for you!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, it’s a new part for the machine. I’m like, “Finally!” But then I realize, it’s the wrong part. I’m ready to scream.
So, I take a breather and step outside. I walk down Rue de la République again, just to clear my head. The sun’s settin’, and it’s kinda beautiful. I see people hangin’ out, kids playin’, and I’m reminded that life’s not all about machines and work.
I grab a kebab from that place on Rue de la Liberté. Best decision ever! I’m munchin’ away, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit on a bench, watchin’ the world go by. I see old folks, young couples, and I’m thinkin’, “This is what it’s all about.”
But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a trash can. I can’t help but laugh. Like, really? Who does that?
Finally, I head back home, exhausted but happy. I think about my day, all the ups and downs. Saint-Doulchard, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of a machinist. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!