Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Cargo Transportation Manager, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la République, and I knew it was gonna be a wild ride.
First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, come on! It’s Monday, give me a break! I rushed outta my place, dodging the usual morning traffic on Avenue de la République. You know how it is—cars honking, people rushing, and me just trying to keep my sanity.
So, I get to the depot, and guess what? My truck’s not there! I mean, seriously? It’s like it just vanished into thin air. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Dude, your truck’s at the wrong depot!” Ugh, I could’ve screamed! Turns out, some rookie driver took it to the wrong place. Classic rookie move, right?
I hop in my car, zooming down Rue de la Mairie, trying to keep my cool. But then, I hit a red light. Of course! I’m sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss. He’s not exactly the understanding type.
Finally, I get to the other depot, and there’s my truck, parked like it owns the place. I swear, I wanted to shake the driver. But hey, I’m a pro, right? I just took a deep breath and loaded up. The sun was shining, and for a second, I thought, “Maybe today won’t be so bad.” Spoiler alert: I was wrong.
I’m cruising down the Seine, feeling kinda good, when suddenly, my GPS goes haywire. Like, what even? It’s telling me to turn left on a street that doesn’t exist! I’m like, “C’mon, Verneuil-sur-Seine, don’t do me dirty!” I ended up on Rue des Chênes, which is a nice street, but not where I needed to be.
After some serious backtracking, I finally get to my first drop-off. It’s at this little shop on Rue de la Liberté. The owner, Madame Dupont, is super sweet. She’s like, “Oh, you’re late!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, no kidding!” But she just laughs it off. Love her vibe.
Next stop, I’m heading to Rue de la Gare. And guess what? There’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m stuck in traffic, watching people dance and wave flags. I mean, it’s cute and all, but I’ve got cargo to deliver! I’m honking my horn, but no one cares. They’re all too busy having a good time.
Finally, I make it through, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Verneuil-sur-Seine, not on vacation!” He doesn’t find it funny. Classic.
By the time I get to my last stop, I’m exhausted. It’s on Rue des Écoles, and I’m just ready to crash. But then, I see this little kid with a balloon. He’s smiling, and it hits me—this is why I do what I do. I mean, yeah, it’s chaotic, but it’s also kinda beautiful.
So, I finish up, and as I’m driving back, I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? Verneuil-sur-Seine, you’ve got my heart, even if you drive me nuts sometimes. I pull into my parking spot, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the people, and the little moments that make it all worth it.
Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna kick back and enjoy a well-deserved beer. Cheers to that! 🍻