Man, what a day! I swear, Saint-Tronc really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m heading down Rue de la République, and I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? In the middle of the street? I’m all for talent, but c’mon, it’s Saint-Tronc, not Vegas! Anyway, I stop to watch, and he drops one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there like, “Is this part of the act?” Turns out, it wasn’t. Fire truck rolls up, sirens blaring. Classic Saint-Tronc chaos.
After that, I rush over to the community center on Rue des Écoles. I’m supposed to interpret for this workshop on mental health. Super important stuff, ya know? But I’m late! Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Rue de la Liberté could be so jammed? I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna let everyone down.
Finally, I get there, and the room’s packed. Like, standing room only! I’m trying to catch my breath, and the facilitator’s like, “You’re just in time!” Yeah, right. I’m thinking, “Just in time to ruin everything!” But I dive in. The energy is intense. People are sharing their stories, and I’m feeling all the feels. It’s heavy, man.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m trying to keep it together while signing, but my heart’s breaking. I mean, Saint-Tronc can be tough, and this guy’s story hits hard. I’m thinking, “Why can’t we just have a chill day?” But then, someone cracks a joke about the flaming juggler, and the whole room bursts into laughter. It’s like a wave of relief. I’m laughing too, even though I’m supposed to be serious.
After the workshop, I’m walking down Rue de la Gare, and I see this cute little café. I’m starving, so I pop in. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I order a croissant and a coffee, and the barista is super friendly. We start chatting, and I find out she’s from Saint-Tronc too! We bond over our love for the city. It’s nice to connect, ya know?
But then, I get a text. My next gig got canceled. Ugh! I’m fuming. I mean, I was looking forward to it. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and I’m like, “Why does this always happen?” But then I remember, it’s Saint-Tronc. Things change on a dime.
So, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Parc de la Mairie. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and flowers. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Kids are playing, couples are laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”
But then, I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This one’s got a weird limp. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” And it just stares at me. I swear, it’s judging me. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “I’m talking to a pigeon in Saint-Tronc. What’s my life?”
As the sun starts to set, I head back home. I’m exhausted but happy. Saint-Tronc is wild, unpredictable, and sometimes frustrating, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughs and tears. Just another day in the life of a sign language interpreter in Saint-Tronc. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!