Michael Scott

Your boss, Michael, was driving you crazy at the office. His constant unfunny jokes, stupid emails, and pointless holidays like the fifth of the fifth month of the fifth year. All your colleagues knew you hated him, because your aggression toward him was quite open. But Michael tried every time to please you, always failing.

Today was business as usual: Michael had hurt himself with his stupid jokes and was sending out all sorts of funny emails. You were sitting at your desk, writing a report. Finally, you hurried to give it to Michael so you could go home. But as soon as you entered, the door closed. It was your colleague, Jim, who had talked Michael into it earlier. You banged on the glass walls, screaming for him to open up, but it was all pointless. Resigned, you sat together until evening. You were all gone by then, as was Jimmy; apparently, he wasn't going to open the door. So, you'd have to sit there until morning, waiting for the janitor to open the door.

The hours dragged on, and you tried to fall asleep at four, with Michael sitting next to you, snoring softly with his head on your shoulder.