NOT LACTATING.

So I get up today, and I'm excited. Cause it's gonna be a good day! It'll be awesome! I'm ready for the day! I feel excellent!

I get to work with my breakfast, I eat, then go to feed the freshwater fish! And even the food container is inspiring my excellent mood!

Yep! It's gonna be an excellent day!

Except it wasn't. 8I

I must've done something to make my boss angry. Because he's givin me all the crummy jobs that not even new folks get.

Yesterday he has me pick out all the dead snail shells, find the live ones and move them like so. (At this time the section they're going into has rocks in it)

So I do it. And it takes me forever. And then today, he wants me to move all the rock out of that section, and into the two next to it.


I finally get it all moved over, and I've got hundreds of little bristles in my hands at this point. So I have to soak them in acid. Which sucks. You find every little cut on your hand ever.

Oh hydrochloric acid, I do enjoy putting my hands in you. 8I Except not. I ended up moving the rocks to different tanks like, 8 times. Just swapping out which of the four they were in. And moving snails some more.

And then I accidentally leaned too far into the rock tank and soaked juuuust enough of my shirt that it looked like I had lactated on myself. I was like 'Ah yes, the day only gets better'.

I did however buy a betta at the end of the day. He's blue with orange fins and blue at the edges of his fins. I named him Albert. And he is my betta.