Ack. Just asked my coworker if she knew how to turn on the printer and she psychically transmitted images of my slow painful crucifixion into my brain via one terrible psychic blast. So basically she doesn’t know how to use the printer either
Ohhh nvm that was her explanation. Using the printer is so so painful btw
Impossible to overstate how good an aesthetic ‘surrounded by a halo of dozens of tiny shards of glass/ice/knives/whatever you are about to telekinetically murder people with’ is.
