The Office

The Office is money. The cast is outstanding. The writing is fresh and funny. I can even overlook the Pam and Jim will-they-or-won’t-they thing which has been done to death in television, because the rest of the show is so brilliant. And also because I was rooting for them to get together myself.

It has become the proverbial water cooler show. As well it should. For in my opinion, The Office is, quite simply, the best sitcom since Seinfeld.

Besides making it’s way into pop culture, workplace conversations, and blogs, I think that The Office may or may not be effecting the way I behave at work.

Now I’ve always been a bit of a jokester around the office. Doing things like taping the receptionist’s mouse to the desk, ringing the doorbell when she’s in the bathroom and has locked the front door. You know, the usual.

But lately, I’ve been trying to be more “official” with things. We have a small office. Only five full-time employees, along with a general manager and an owner, both of whom are out more than they are in. Still, just because we are small in number does not mean we can’t be a real office.

So lately I’ve been doing things like this. Today, we were out of tissues. So instead of asking the secretary–oh I’m sorry, administrative assistant–if she could pick some up, I said, “I’d like to turn in a requisition form for some tissues. Preferably Kleenex, in the box with blue and purple flowers.”

The other day, one of our computers went down. And instead of asking the administrative assistant to call about it, I said, “I need to turn in a trouble ticket on one of our computers.”

See how much more official that sounds? I’m even thinking about turning in a requisition form for a booklet of trouble tickets. Although I’ll have to order the requisition forms first. And pay for them out of my own pocket.

I’m not sure how well my little tactics are working yet. Sure, people smile or snicker. But then it’s right back to their humdrum-thirty-years-til-I-die lives.

Also, tornado drills, when you’re the only one sitting in the hall with your head between your legs, not safe, just… odd. And don’t even get me started on the time I tried to institute a fire drill.

Nevertheless, I will press on in my quest to create a more official, and therefore, efficient workplace. Because my credo is, I may not be able to change this office. But I will never allow this office to change me.

And I will not be redacting that statement.

“And if your train’s on time, you can get to work by nine. And start your slaving job to get your pay…”