I Work for Dunder Mifflin

I decided I wanted to talk about my current job. I work at a medical company that deals primarily with supplying wound care to nursing homes. I work at the Corporate Office, where I basically sit at a computer in a cubicle all day auditing documents. I basically work for Dunder Mifflin. There are several reasons to why I feel that the popular series The Office could have been based on my job. First, there is paper everywhere. Tree huggers and environmental groups everywhere would be upset and disgusted. The amount of copy paper and shreds we go through in a week is ridiculous. Two, for some strange reason, my job loves to celebrate on a regular basis. My first month there we had a Valentine's Day potluck and when I arrived at work, most of the cubicles were covered in red heart garlands, etc. The next month  people had decorated their cubicles in green for Saint Patrick's Day. Also birthdays of co-workers always include a giant cake, their cubicle completed covered in confetti, birthday signs, balloons and of course a card signed by everyone. I probably sign a card for someone [I don't even know most times] 's birthday about once a week. Im not exaggerating, we have a lot of employees.
We have had a bridal shower, as well as a baby shower, for two of our employees. The office was decorated for both events and were held during break times.

Hence, why I believe that one of my bosses is really the character Michael Scott.
If I find any of my office supplies floating in jello in the next month, then my feelings will be confirmed.

Anyways...
Today at work, I was so tired I drank an entire cup of sugar-filled coffee and it had only been an hour of work [which unfortunately is 8 a.m.] Most of my peers were still drooling on their pillows.
 This coffee was was unsuccessful because my exhaustive state of mind created the following delusional fantasy:

The office is as quite as a library. This however is considered normal in the work place. Everyone is plugged in; plugged into their computers, their Ipods, their own little worlds when suddenly music fills the air.  


"Everybody get up its time to slam now, we got a real jam going down. Welcome to the Space. Here's you chance, do your dance at the Space Jam...alright..."


People jump up from their desk chairs and start dancing erratically. I look to the cubicle on my right and the girl is dancing on top of her desk. A "soul train" line is formed down the hallway.
As the next song starts to play, It Takes Two by Rob Base, cardboard suddenly appears on the floor as co-workers start to break dance. This scene is followed by lip sinking of  dancing on lookers.


OH YES,  I was that tired and my job is THAT boring.
Definitely made me smile and do a little skip to the copy machine though.



Thank God, only one more day until the weekend.