Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an archivist, right? Just your average history nerd, chillin’ in Saint-Mihiel. But today? Pffft, it was like a rollercoaster on steroids.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Rue de la République, dodging pigeons like I’m in some weird video game. I mean, come on, can’t a guy catch a break? I finally get to the archives, and guess what? The door’s locked! Ugh! I’m banging on it like a madman.
Finally, my coworker, Marie, shows up. She’s like, “Chill, dude, I got the keys.” I’m like, “Keys? You mean I could’ve slept in?” She just rolls her eyes. Classic Marie. Anyway, we get inside, and I’m diving into this old manuscript from the 18th century. It’s about the Battle of Saint-Mihiel. Super cool stuff, right? But then, I spill coffee all over it! I’m freaking out!
I’m like, “Noooo! Not the history!” But Marie just laughs. “It’s not like it’s the Mona Lisa, relax.” I mean, she’s got a point, but still! I’m sweating bullets.
After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to Place de l'Hôtel de Ville. It’s this beautiful square, you know? The town hall is all majestic and stuff. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg! I’m like, “What the heck, kid?” He just giggles and runs off. Kids these days, man.
So, I’m sitting there, nursing my coffee-stained manuscript and my bruised ego, when I see this old guy feeding the ducks. He’s got this huge bag of bread, and the ducks are going wild. I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a movie. I think, “Maybe I should start feeding ducks instead of archiving.”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m caught without an umbrella. I dash back to the archives, looking like a drowned rat. My hair’s all frizzy, and I’m soaked. Marie just looks at me and says, “Nice look, Picasso.” Thanks, Marie.
Later, I’m back at it, digging through more documents. I find this letter from a soldier during WWI. He talks about the trenches and the fear. It hits me hard. I mean, these guys were real heroes. I get all emotional, and I’m like, “Why can’t I find a love letter instead?”
As the day winds down, I decide to take a walk along the Meuse River. It’s so peaceful there. The sun’s setting, and the water’s all sparkly. I’m thinking, “This is why I love Saint-Mihiel.” But then, I trip over a rock and almost faceplant into the river! I’m laughing at myself. “Smooth move, genius.”
Finally, I head back home, exhausted but happy. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened today. Saint-Mihiel, you wild little town. You’ve got my heart, even if you make me look like a fool sometimes.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in the life of an archivist. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!