Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la République, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m an estimator, which means I spend my days crunching numbers and trying to figure out how much stuff costs. Boring, right? But today? Oh boy, today was a rollercoaster. I head out to the office, and as I’m walking down Rue des Écoles, I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, c’mon! Who even maintains these streets? I’m already late, and now I’m face-planted in the pavement. Great start, right?
Finally, I get to the office on Rue de la Mairie, and my boss is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. Apparently, we’ve got a big project coming up in Orléans, and he wants everything done yesterday. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m just one guy.” But he’s not having it. I swear, I could see steam coming out of his ears.
So, I dive into the numbers. I’m sitting there, coffee in hand, trying to focus. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out this new café on Rue de la Loire. They’ve got the best croissants!” I’m like, “Max, I’m drowning in spreadsheets here!” But the thought of a buttery croissant is tempting.
After a few hours of torture, I finally take a break. I head out to that café, and OMG, it’s packed! I squeeze my way through the crowd, and when I finally get my hands on that croissant, it’s like heaven. Flaky, warm, and just the right amount of buttery goodness. I’m in bliss. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right?
Back at the office, I’m trying to clean up, and my boss walks in. He sees the coffee stain and just shakes his head. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, I’m not a walking advertisement for your company!
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there with my coffee-stained shirt, looking like a hot mess. Turns out, it was just a drill. I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t have warned us?”
After the chaos, I finally get back to work. I’m trying to finish up my estimates, but my mind keeps wandering. I start thinking about how Saint-Jean-de-la-Ruelle is such a cool place. I mean, we’ve got the Parc de la Mairie, where I used to play as a kid. And don’t even get me started on the markets on Rue de la République. Fresh produce, local cheeses—man, I could live off that stuff!
But then, I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about the budget. I’m like, “Chill, we got this.” But inside, I’m panicking. I’m trying to explain things, but my brain’s all jumbled. I can’t even remember the last time I had a decent night’s sleep.
Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted, but I feel accomplished. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the Loire. It’s beautiful. I take a deep breath and think, “Yeah, today was a mess, but it was MY mess.”
As I walk home, I can’t help but smile. Saint-Jean-de-la-Ruelle, with all its quirks and craziness, is still my home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.