Goodbye Dunder Mifflin


Hey, can I talk to you about something? I was just umm… I’m in love with The Office. I’m really sorry if that’s weird for you to hear, but I needed you to… hear it. Probably not good timing (since it’s ending), I just… I just needed you to know. Once.

Watching this week’s episode, what I’ve known for months finally hit me: The Office is ending. ‘Next episode’ is soon going to stop being a thing. That’s fine. Good, even. It’s been making a steady descent for some time now. And I’ll still have Parks and Rec (or else I really will burn Utica to the ground, and that’ll be on you NBC!). But the past few episodes have captivated me in the way that the show did in its prime. My indifference has subsided and my investment revived. The performances from Jenna and John, most especially, have been out-freaking-standing.

Mostly, I’m glad I can properly enjoy the farewell season because it’s been a good’un. It’s taken some risks. There have been times since Jim and Pam got together when I feel like they haven’t been brave enough. This season, though, it’s like a head-on collision into the unknown: change, upheaval and, dare I say, career advancement OooOOOHOOoooh. Could it be? Could it be? EXCITING.

Also, congrats to the writers for making me do a total U-turn on Erin this season and finally invest in a romantic storyline that isn’t Jim and Pam. I love Pete. Pete’s great (pretty). Pete’s funny (pretty). Pete’s good for Erin (also pretty). I’m sorry but the easiest way to win me over is to say the words, “I just want you to be happy.” Yes. Good. Important.

Introducing new characters hasn’t always been this show’s strong suit (I’m usually just crying out for more Krasinski), but this season they’ve written Pete and Nellie, in particular, excellently.

It’s crazy to think that it’s been nine seasons. It was that number that really hit me hard: nine. Nine years. I was 11. I would have just been starting high school. Now I’m a proper adult (I have a house key an’ everything!!!!). Gawd. It’s actually half my life almost. I didn’t get into it until much, much later but it still freaks me out. I mean, THE WEST WING WAS ON THE AIR WHEN THIS SHOW PREMIERED. And The West Wing is proper classic NBC. Remember when there was lots of quality scripted television? Not bitter. I’m suddenly hit by the urge to cling tightly to the leg of this show just as it starts to walk away.

With a shared love for Jim Halpert, I’ve met some fantastic people through the magical world of social networking. I guess now I’ll have to find another way to make friends. Blackmail maybe? I don’t know. Wish me luck.

Put simply, I’m just glad to be sad. I was so worried that I was kind of already done. I think all it was really was I had high hopes that I never expected this final season would live up to. But it has. Work Bus will go down, in my mind, as one of the comedy greats of the series while Customer LoyaltyVandalism and Couples Discount have made me impatient for more. It’s made me want to talk about the characters again, and indulge in classic Office on quiet afternoons, and engage with the actors’ Twitters like a fully-fledged fangirl. It really is going to be the fondest of farewells.

This is going to hurt like a motherf*cker.