As many of you know, I’m a little obsessed with The Office. Granted season 3 will always be my favorite and I do agree with many that it’s sliding down hill… but I refuse to give up hope.
Last night, as I’m sure many of you loyal fans watched, Jim, Toby and Gabe/Kelly hunted for a replacement. I watched as familiar faces attempted to wow audiences with the humor the writers had laid out for them. But nothing really seemed to match up to the sarcastic and real life charm the audience has come to love.
Although I am almost positive that none of those candidates will be the new manager of the Scranton branch, I must admit I’m nervous that the directors/casting people/writers are going to take this to a dangerous place. Crossing my fingers that it will NOT be Dwight.
So on that note, I feel that I know who the perfect replacement would be. Me. I mean sure I may not have had any jobs that involve selling things (other than food and my body), and yes maybe I don’t really know that much about paper (it’s white..sometimes?), but gosh darn it I’d be the best stinkin’ boss ever.
I could be Pam’s new BFF, make fun of people with Darrel, be the younger sister Jim never knew he wanted, Dwight’s nemesis, A new member of subtle sexuality…it would be a perfect fit, trust me.
I’m not really sure what the search committee is waiting for, clearly their perfectly candidate is sitting right behind this computer screen.