Man, what a day! I swear, being a stockbroker in Saint-Rémy is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re screaming your lungs out. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up the local café on Rue de la République. Best croissants in town, no cap. I grab my usual, a café au lait and a buttery croissant. I’m sittin’ there, enjoying the vibe, when I overhear some tourists talking about Van Gogh. Like, dude, this is Saint-Rémy! He painted here! I’m like, “You guys know he went nuts here, right?” They just stare at me like I’m the crazy one. Whatever, I’m just trying to educate.
So, I rush back to my office on Rue des Pénitents. I’m all hyped up, ready to tackle the stock market. But then, bam! My phone blows up. Stocks are crashing. I mean, CRASHING. I’m talkin’ like my heart when I saw my ex at the market last week. Ugh, don’t even get me started on that. Anyway, I’m trying to make sense of it all, but my brain’s like scrambled eggs.
I’m pacing around, and I swear, I could’ve run a marathon. I’m yelling at my computer, “C’mon, c’mon! Don’t do this to me!” My colleague, Pierre, just laughs. He’s like, “Relax, man. It’s just numbers.” Just numbers? Dude, those numbers pay my rent!
Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” He tells me we gotta make some big moves. I’m sweating bullets. I mean, I’m in Saint-Rémy, not Wall Street! I’m used to chill vibes, not high-stakes drama.
So, I grab my phone and start calling clients. “Hey, uh, yeah, the market’s a bit rocky right now. You might wanna hold off on that investment.” I can hear the panic in their voices. “What do you mean hold off?!” I’m like, “Dude, trust me. Just breathe.”
Finally, I take a break. I step outside, and the fresh air hits me like a wave. I stroll down to the Place de la République. It’s packed with people, street performers, and artists. I see this guy painting a mural of the Alpilles. It’s stunning! I’m like, “Man, I wish I could paint my stress away.”
But then, I spot a food truck. Tacos in Saint-Rémy? Yes, please! I order one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better. But then, I see a couple arguing. Like, c’mon, guys! You’re in the most beautiful place! Chill out!
Back to the grind. I’m back in the office, and the market’s still a mess. I’m trying to keep my cool, but I’m losing it. I’m like, “Why can’t I just sell olives instead?” I mean, olives are way less stressful.
As the day drags on, I finally get a break. I head to the Parc de la Liberté. It’s my go-to spot for some zen. I sit on a bench, close my eyes, and just breathe. I can hear the fountain bubbling, kids laughing, and it’s like, for a moment, everything’s okay.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. “Dude, you won’t believe this! The stocks just shot up!” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up, almost knocking over an old lady. Sorry, lady!
I rush back to the office, and sure enough, the market’s bouncing back. I’m high-fiving Pierre like we just won the lottery. “See? Told ya it’s just numbers!” I’m like, “Yeah, but those numbers are my life!”
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m exhausted but relieved. I stroll back through the streets of Saint-Rémy, taking in the sights. The sun’s setting, casting a golden glow over everything. I think about how crazy today was.
Tomorrow’s another day, right? But for now, I’m just gonna enjoy this beautiful town. Saint-Rémy, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.