Working for Dunder Mifflin

I have a 9 to 5. I don't readily admit it. Musicians tend to like to leave the "I'm too cool for a real job" impression, but the bottom line is, I got bills, hon. And as such, I have a 9 to 5.

I recently got into The Office. I know, I know, welcome to the bandwagon... I'm a little slow, I admit. But since my dial rarely ever veers off to network television, I've only heard the stories of how great the show is until recently. My husband and I own the British DVDs of the original, which, by the way, is a MUST HAVE. So I hesitated to believe in the American version (seeing as how those Brits are always funnier), but I admit I was pleasantly surprised.

But I had no idea that The Office would provide me so much comfort. In the midst of the daily grind, I've often felt like I work for the only company in the world with crazies. Dwights, Angelas, Michaels... But now I see that many people deal with the same ridiculous things I see on a daily basis. It has renewed my fervor and determination to power through and overcome. I feel like maybe I'm Pam... seeing through the stupidity and reading everyone like a book. And maybe, inspired by her good humor, I can learn to just take it all in stride and let it roll off my back. It is, after all, just a job. It does not define me...

So thanks, Pam. And thanks, Dwight, Angela, Michael, Jim, and on and on. You've taught me that life is too short to take so seriously. And you've taught me that we all, in some way, work for Dunder Mifflin.