Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Clanbrassil St., right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m an archivist, right? I dig through old stuff, like, all day. But today, I had to head to the Dundalk Museum on Jocelyn St. for some “urgent” documents. Urgent? Pfft. More like “let’s stress out the archivist” documents. I’m already late, and I’m sprinting down the street, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Like, come on, people! It’s not that deep!
So, I finally get to the museum, and guess what? The documents are MIA. I’m fuming. I mean, how hard is it to keep track of a few papers? I could’ve sworn I saw them last week in the archives. Maybe they went on a holiday? Who knows? I’m just standing there, staring at the empty shelf like it owes me money.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I’m like, “Nah, just the missing documents.” He chuckles and tells me about the time he lost his cat on Park St. for a week. I’m thinking, “Dude, that’s rough, but I’m losing my mind over papers!” But hey, at least he made me smile for a sec.
After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the Quay, ya know, where the River Fane flows. It’s beautiful there, with the boats and all. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and you gotta be a thief? I’m yelling at the bird, “Get your own food, ya feathered fiend!” People are staring, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m that crazy person now.”
So, I head back to the museum, still grumpy. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss. But then, I run into my mate, Sarah, on the way. She’s all smiles, and I’m like, “What’s got you so chipper?” Turns out, she just got a promotion! I’m happy for her, but also a bit jelly. I mean, I’ve been busting my butt too! But whatever, I’ll just drown my sorrows in a pint later.
Finally, I get back to the museum, and guess what? The documents magically appear! I’m like, “Where were you hiding?” Turns out, they were in the wrong box. Classic. I’m relieved but also annoyed. I could’ve saved myself a whole lotta stress if someone had just checked the right box first!
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I hit up a local pub on Clanbrassil St. for a pint. I sit there, nursing my drink, and think about how wild the day was. Dundalk, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I love the chaos, the people, the stories. Even if a seagull tries to rob me.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more adventures in this crazy town! Cheers! 🍻