saturday eggs + odd conversations

the story of why i didn't post yesterday is long and boring and it is easier for me to just pretend like it didn't happen and add what i would have said yesterday to what i will say today.

yesterday, all day i was so excited to see bren in the afternoon. i got butterflies on the way to the bookshop to see him and got a little bit emotional while hugging him.
since i am the pizza cutting expert, kylie let me cut the frozen pizza that we had for dinner. bren also told me that i can't consider my job a profession because it's at a pizza store. i was offended. 
i took his fish from him seeing his parents kept forgetting to feed them while he was at tafe (they were still quite alive and happy though) and now i have a whole heap of fish problems. see i used to have a big tank with about 5 molly's and a siamese fighter (he was a cool, social fighter who didn't mind sharing a tank), and a separate tank with my other fighter, tibbler. i didn't actually buy two fighter fish, because that would be ridiculous. i was given both for my birthday, quibble from bren and tibbler from my brother. anyway, the molly's had babies (and out of the seven thousand that they had, only two are still alive. the others all died and/or were eaten) so i had to make a new tank for them so that bren's fish wouldn't eat them, and so i have three tanks around my room and bren's fish keeps chasing my molly around. so complicated.

anyway, i was planning on just talking about how much i miss bren but i ended up with a very long story about my fish.
today was a fairly lazy day. i decided to have something to eat before work and opting for something healthy, i cut up some cucumber and lettuce and boiled an egg.
actually, i tried to boil an egg. emphasis on the tried, because i suck at life. like i really, really suck at life. i can't even boil an egg. i took it out too soon and it was all runny and gross. i literally cried. and just had cucumber and lettuce.

i love working at pizza palace because there's always at least three people, and conversation with three plus people is always so much more interesting than with just one person. we always get onto very odd topics. tonight we started talking about public toilets and how disgusting it is that people don't wash their hands afterwards. but really, washing our hands is pointless when we open the door afterwards.
they all had different techniques on how to avoid opening the door. 
one girl, when no one was around, would use her foot to open the door. 
another would use a paper towel, or wait for someone to come in or go out. 
i'm a bit like that (not the foot-door whatever), or else i use one finger to open it. 
but it's sort of similar to crossing at traffic lights. so many people with lord knows what on their hands touch those things, and it's sort of disgusting. a girl at work said that she generally just bumps the button with her hip. bren and i actually went through a stage where we would karate kick the button to avoid touching it (which is really not making the dirtiness of the button any better).