#categorising jacky

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One of the MANY perks of working your office job from home is that you can do anything you want during your lunch break. I literally just assembled an entire IKEA shelf, and they will never know ... 

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Why does solving a coding problem sometimes make you feel SO SMART and SO DUMB at the same time

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I still can’t believe I get to spend the Easter weekend without the usual family hassle thanks to self-isolation

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How meta is it to have dancing lessons on Happy Johnlock Meeting Day?

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My life is honestly particularly crazy lately. But in a good way.

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I garridebsed myself tonight

lmaoo

We were playing Mafia (x) after work and I (finally) got to be the doctor - and actually managed to save 2 people from being killed by the Mafia. 

One of them was the detective, who I had figured out was the detective, so I was ish trying to protect his life, but could only do so every 2 rounds. So, in the round where I couldn’t save him again, I thought, welp, that’s it, he’s gonna die and there’s nothing I can do about it, because the Mafia really looked like they wanted to kill him. I could have saved myself that round, but it was clear who the Mafia would kill (= not me), so I should save some random person in order to be able to save myself in the next round. Sadly the detective had been pointing out that he trusted me, and I kinda became a target for the Mafia as well, so I thought, they would kill the doctor after killing the detective.

Turns out. Not the detective gets killed in that round. But me. 

I was shooketh, but the detective was safe for a couple more rounds, because the Mafia had stopped wanting to kill him for some reason. The good guys won in the end, so all was well, but

PLOT TWIST:

The Mafia had actually tried to kill the detective in that one round, but kinda mispointed, and the game master thought they meant to kill me, so I died.

I swear to god, those fucking levels. Those goddamn levels.

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This is a tea strainer. (x)

I repeat.

This. Is. A. Tea. Strainer.

Please, someone needs to write this fic or I’ll cry.

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God, I’m feeling like a junkie... 

I had not idea I missed doing trainings for people so much until I did one for my colleagues today. It’s been 6 months since I did the last one at my old job.

I missed explaining shit so much, I’m now physically vibrating because it was so fucking satisfying. (And idek why I’m using so many swear words.)