I think Angela might be gay. Could Oscar and Angela be having a gay affair?
I swore to myself that if I ever got to walk around the room as manager, people would laugh when they saw me coming and would applaud as I walked away.
I saw Wedding Crashers accidentally. I bought a ticket for Grizzly Man and went into the wrong theatre. After an hour, I figured I was in the wrong theatre, but I kept waiting. That’s the thing about bear attacks, they come when you least expect it.
I saved a life. My own. Am I a hero? I really can’t say. But, yes.
I never let anyone walk behind me. Seven out of ten attacks are from the rear.
I miss the days when there was only one party I didn’t want to go to.
I miss Dwight. Congratulations, universe, you win.
I love the people here. And if there was one thing I don’t really care for, is that they can be terribly, terribly ignorant about other cultures.
I love the guy stuff but to run an office you need men and women. You know why? Because you need to have that crazy sexual tension to keep things interesting.
I love inside jokes. I’d love to be a part of one someday.
I live by one rule: No office romances, no way. Very messy, inapropriate… no. But, I live by another rule: Just do it… Nike.
I like the people I work with generally, with four exceptions.
