Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden in Valence is no walk in the park. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road, cruising down Rue de la République. Love that street, but today? Traffic was a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinkin’ about how I could be at the prison, sippin’ my coffee instead of stuck in this mess. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s not rocket science. Green means go, red means stop. Simple!
Finally, I get to the prison, and it’s like stepping into a pressure cooker. The vibe is tense. I can feel it in my bones. My deputy, Marc, runs up to me, all wide-eyed. “Boss, we got a situation!” Oh great, just what I needed. Turns out, some inmates were planning a protest. Like, really? In a prison? Who do they think they are, the French Revolution?
So, I head over to the yard, and there they are, shouting and waving their arms like they’re at a concert. I’m like, “Guys, chill! You’re not getting a stage here!” But they’re not listening. I mean, I get it. They’re bored, stuck in there, but c’mon! I’m not a magician. I can’t just wave a wand and make their sentences disappear.
Then, outta nowhere, I spot this dude, Pierre, trying to climb the fence. I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing? You think you’re Spider-Man?” I rush over, and he’s all, “I just wanna see the world!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Valence! You can see the Rhône River from here! It’s beautiful!” But he’s not having it. So, I grab him and pull him down. Not my proudest moment, but hey, safety first, right?
After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I head to the cafeteria, and guess what? They’re serving ratatouille. I mean, come on! I’m in Valence, not some fancy restaurant! But I gotta admit, it’s not half bad. I sit down, and this old guy, Jean, starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” But he’s actually got some good stories about Valence. Like how the city used to be a major trade hub. Who knew?
Then, just when I think things are calming down, I get a call. There’s been a fight in one of the cells. I sprint over, heart racing. I burst in, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Two guys, fists flying, and I’m like, “What the heck, guys? We’re not in a boxing ring!” I break it up, and they’re both glaring at me like I’m the bad guy. I’m just trying to keep the peace here!
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the Rhône. It’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. Valence has its charm, ya know? The old buildings, the river, the vibe. But then I remember I gotta go back to the prison tomorrow. Ugh.
So, I hop in my car, and as I’m driving home, I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? I mean, who knew being a warden could be this wild? I just hope tomorrow’s a bit more chill. But knowing my luck? Yeah, right.