"Last year, my performance review started with Michael asking me what my hopes and dreams were, and it ended with him telling me he could bench-press 190 lbs. So I don't really know what to expect." I'll tell you what you can expect, Pam: a healthy dose of interoffice romance analysis with a dash of "satisfactories" and "adequates" to taste. Not particularly helpful if you're an employee, but plenty of fun if you're an at-home viewer. You know, as it turns out, it's performance-review time here at TV Guide, too. I'm thinking maybe I ought to use Dwight's "I am awesome" karate-chop stairwell technique to prep for my big sit-down with the boss. Although without the charts and graphs, the whole presentation pretty much falls apart, and I'm just not that willing to commit to the joke. (Great, now I know what the "Additional comments" box on the form is gonna say this year: "Follow-through on random silliness sometimes lacking. Raise denied.")
I must admit, I'm pleased to see the complete jackass side of Michael Scott back in action after a few weeks of legitimate, albeit hilarious, pathos. Between his badgering of Jan Levinson
-Gould into an awkward it's-not-you-it's-me conversation and his dismissal of Tom, the guy who used to work in accounting [insert hideously inappropriate yet uproarious gun-to-head motion here], I think my brow might be permanently furrowed from a full half-hour of constant cringe-laughing.
It seemed like the camera eye contact in this episode was bordering on out-of-control Jim, Kevin, Dwight, all with the devilish glances and yet it got me to full-on chortle every single time. What can I say? These guys have got me in a comedy death grip, and they're not letting go. Chana Shwadlenak
Commander in Chief
So long, Rod Lurie, hello, Steven Bochco. Ahh, can't you just smell the parallelism? A shake-up behind the scenes; everyone jockeying for position; the press not really sure what to make of it I do so enjoy it when life imitates art. After some soul-searching during an early-morning row on the Potomac, LadyPrez officially puts Rod in charge of strategic planning. Which is clearly gonna lead to some tension with Alpha Dog Jim: "I learned a long time ago, never cross anyone who sleeps with the boss." And that, First Hubby, is where we like to say ohhhh snap.
Uh-oh, Templeton's on tape pulling a Jesse Helms back in the '60s. Luckily for him, Mac's too noble to go public with it. You know, I think this is just a part of the modern political landscape it's merely a matter of whether the unearthed footage of you is offensive, criminal or just plain embarrassing. If I, for instance, were ever to run for public office, I have a funny feeling that a certain videotape of me tipsy at a New Year's party elucidating the hows and whys of the Buffy-Angel-Spike love triangle would surface and single-handedly eliminate me from the race. Go ahead and toss your campaign buttons in the recycle bin, folks, and thanks for your support.
Did I mention that clandestine, info-seeking nookie with the enemy doesn't pay? So long, Templeton's chief of staff. Whereas a little honesty about your HIV status gets you your own warm fuzzy press conference from the presidential podium. We learned a lot of lessons this week, didn't we? Oh, and bonus points if you noticed that Edgar "Allen" Poe was misspelled on the chalkboard in Horace's classroom no wonder the kid's failing English. Chana Shwadlenak
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