It's "The Office" Marathon Night!
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TheeGoatPig
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I have never seen the English version, and I never liked the American version. I think I'll be avoiding this. Thank you for pointing me away from it 
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I love the Office, but mainly because I find Melora Hardin to be sexy as hell.
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I just saw Evan Almighty, which I enjoyed very much (although it was more cute than hysterical). He's one of my favorite actors, and I look for videos of him on Jon Stewart whenever I get the chance. I heard an interview with him on a local radio station on the way home from the movie and found out he's just finishing a Get Smart remake. That should be truly brilliant! 
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I just don't get 'the office'......I even sat through an episode of the English version because my boys told me I should, that I'd find it hilarious (they laugh like idiots).
I didn't grin once, let alone laugh.
I saw a few clips of the American version while I was over there.
Again.
Not funny.
Not to me.
But, if that's what floats your boat, you enjoy.
And you can have my cheezits, with my love.
I didn't grin once, let alone laugh.
I saw a few clips of the American version while I was over there.
Again.
Not funny.
Not to me.
But, if that's what floats your boat, you enjoy.
And you can have my cheezits, with my love.
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So now have you an "Office" marathon/cheezits hangover?
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matriarch said:
It's supposed to make me laugh?
I enjoy The Office, and the movie Office Space, as tragedy. Reminds me of my years in the corporate world.
When you're inside such a place as a wage slave, the sense of shame and loathing can be terribly isolating. You imagine you're the only one who perceives that world as a wasteland; a vast hive of mediocrity, whose drones gather pollen without producing any honey - because the hive's real purpose is to manipulate the price of pollen by consuming as much of it as possible, and losing the rest beneath file cabinets filled with interoffice memos from 1982 crowing the advent of the Paperless Office.
You are certain that the other bees see nothing wrong with the hive. It doesn't help that you're among people who, without a hint of irony, sign all their e-mails with the word "PASSION!" No matter the subject of the memo.
I have seen "Passion!" used as the closiing line of a message from management, congratulating the survivors of last week's layoffs (or "barnacle scraping" as the event was called off-the-record) by the same executive who had referred to the staff as "our greatest resource" only three weeks earalier, in the Morale Meeting that typically precedes mass firings.
More often, "Passion!" will appear at the bottom of an interoffice e-mail announcing that the hive's largest client, Acme TapWater®, Inc., is expanding its product line to include boxes of air.
Naturally, no one openly disdains hive practices; there are so many drones and so few opportunities for advancement, God forbid you should cross over into the murky territory of independent thought. All it takes is one thoughtless blurt of laughter at what was not intended to be a joke, and the next thing you know, management is questioning whether you are a Team Player. Sad to say, you are not, nor do you have an inkling of why you should aspire to be one, when the Team's most important accomplishment seems to be the reduction of its own numbers.
One night, in my job as a copywriter at the eighth - or was it the ninth? - failing ad agency - I happened to be working late when Mysterious New Hire came into my office and asked for a favor. "Will you write my executive bio for the presentation?" he said, dropping a resume on my desk. "Sure," I said to his back as he left without another word. I was still clinging to my role as a Team Player, and with rumors abounding that another barnacle scraping was in the works, I thought I couldn't afford to make an enemy of Mysterious New Hire by telling him that it was midnight, I was exhausted, and he could take his executive bio and go intercourse himself.
The resume he'd given me listed more companies than even I had worked for - which tends to be a lot when fully 50 percent of them self-destruct. The difference was, Mysterious New Hire hadn't been on staff, but had been a Consultant. ("Consultant" is the job title of choice for unemployed upper-management executives.) Among his primary accomplishments:
I was doing a favor for one of the Bobs!
If you are not a fan of the movie, Office Space, you will not know that the Bobs are consultants who are hired to help fire the staff.
As you can imagine, even more depressing than being required to do a favor for such a person, which consists of writing an upbeat-sounding executive biography based on his ability to threaten your job, is the absence of anyone else who thinks it's funny.
It's funny!
Of course, it's funny. Because of it's not, it's purely miserable. And if it's miserable, and you're spending a majority of your time there, why are you alive? No, it's definitely funny.
The movie, Office Space, by the creator of Beavis & Butthead and King of the HIll, was a balm to the soul of this former wage slave. It was the first solid evidence that I was not alone in thinking that the corporate world was idiotic, and that I had been an idiot to entrust idiots with my fate.
The Office, the television program, US version, is less snide than Office Space; it paints a sympathetic portrait of a man who has - in the words of an old TV commercial for a job-hunter's website - "clawed his way up to middle management." He means well, and is forever finding ways to make his staff feel empowered: Casual Fridays, for one. But the gist is the same: corporations, with their multiple layers of overlapping management, are the natural habitat of mediocrity. Nothing else can thrive there. (That's why large companies don't own their own potted ficus trees, but have a service that replaces the dead ones every six months.)
It's funny. No, really! It's funny, especially when you've been out of it for a few years.
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Not being able to stop laughing is one of the reasons I no longer have anything to do with the corporate world.
Also, I had nothing, nothing at all, to do with the disappearance of my last boss. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Also, I had nothing, nothing at all, to do with the disappearance of my last boss. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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I've heard a rumor that Swingline never actually made a red stapler like that, until after the movie and everyone tried to order one, so they met demand with an actual product, modeled after the one in the movie.
You can also find TPS cover sheets and little red staplers scattered about the offices in the first person shooter F.E.A.R.
You can also find TPS cover sheets and little red staplers scattered about the offices in the first person shooter F.E.A.R.
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shereads said:
Um. I can't tell you where it is. For reasons I can't say. Except that it too has nothing to do with the disappearance of my last boss. http://bestsmileys.com/evil/11.gif
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rgraham666 said:
Was the disappearance of your last boss a charitable cause? Did you get the other staff to sponsor it?
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