Man, what a day! I swear, being an auditor in Tourlaville is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Rue de la République. Traffic was a nightmare! I mean, c’mon, it’s not like we’re in Paris. It’s Tourlaville! But nope, everyone decided to take their sweet time. I’m sitting there, tapping my steering wheel, thinking about how I could’ve just walked to the office. But nah, I’m an auditor. Gotta look professional, right?
Finally, I get to the office on Rue de l’Ancien Évêché. I’m already late, and my boss is giving me the stink eye. Like, chill dude, it’s not the end of the world. I plop down at my desk, and guess what? My computer decides to play dead. Just my luck! I’m staring at a black screen like it’s the end of the world.
After a mini freak-out, I manage to reboot it. Phew! But then, I get hit with a wave of emails. Ugh, the joys of being an auditor. I’m sifting through spreadsheets, and let me tell ya, numbers can be so boring. I mean, who even likes math? But then, I find this one expense report that’s all kinds of messed up. Like, who spends €200 on coffee? Seriously?
I’m fuming. I mean, I love coffee, but c’mon! I’m about to call the guy who submitted it. He’s on Rue de la Liberté, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you better have a good explanation.” So, I call him up, and he’s like, “Oh, that’s for a client meeting.” I’m like, “A client meeting? Did you hire a barista?”
After that little drama, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to Parc de la République. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, flowers, and a fountain that’s always splashing water everywhere. I sit on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Watch it, kid!”
But then, I see this old couple feeding the ducks. And it’s kinda sweet, you know? Makes you forget about the craziness of the day. I’m sitting there, smiling like an idiot, when suddenly, I hear this loud honking. It’s a car, and it’s stuck in traffic. Classic Tourlaville, right?
I head back to the office, and guess what? My boss wants me to do a surprise audit. Like, surprise! I’m already drowning in work! So, I grab my stuff and head to this little shop on Rue de la Paix. It’s a cute place, but the owner is super grumpy. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just an audit, chill!”
I start going through their books, and it’s a mess. Receipts everywhere! I’m digging through piles of paper, and I’m like, “Who even keeps this much junk?” I find a receipt for a pizza from three months ago. I’m thinking, “Really? You’re gonna keep this?”
Finally, I wrap up the audit, and I’m exhausted. I head to a café on Rue de la Mer. I order a coffee (not €200 worth, thank you very much) and just sit there, reflecting on the day. I mean, Tourlaville is beautiful, but some days, it feels like a circus.
As I sip my coffee, I can’t help but laugh. I survived the day! I mean, I might’ve been stressed, but I love this city. It’s quirky, just like me. And hey, tomorrow’s a new day, right? Who knows what Tourlaville has in store for me next?