Don’t tell me that you “identify” with Jim, Pam, Dwight, Stanley, Ryan, Jan, Toby, Kevin, Angela, or for goodness sake, Creed.  The reason we love “The Office” is because we painfully resonate to the inner-turmoil, relational struggles, and outward impetuousness of Michael Scott.  I’ve heard people say, “Oh, Michael Scott is MY BOSS.”  But let’s be honest here, I am Michael Scott and so are you.

The reason Michael Scott works so well as a character is that we have all tasted his relational / vocational failures and his mind’s attempt to rationalize them.  Dunder Mifflin is not unique to Michael Scott, it is symbolic our unglamorous lives.  The need to call a meeting in the conference room for a semi-incoherent and self-aggrandizing rant is not far from our hearts.  Completely inappropriate and non-politically correct thoughts are close to the tip our tongues.  We cringe and laugh because Michael Scott reveals US.  Don’t tell me you can’t relate to these words from the mouth of Michael Scott:

  • Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don’t know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I’ll hit somebody with my car. So sue me… No, don’t sue me. That is the opposite of the point that I’m trying to make.
  • Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it’s not like a compulsive need to be liked. Like my need to be praised.
  • People are always coming to me. “Michael, I have a secret. Your the only one I trust.” No thanks, because keeping a secret can only lead to trouble. Like I was watching Cinemax last weekend. This movie, Portrait of a… Prostitute something. Secrets of a Call… More Secrets of a Call Girl. And the lead character, Shila, is framed for murder. She goes on the run and winds up working at a bordello in Malibu. I don’t, I don’t want to live like that. I like it here. I don’t want to be Shila, I like being Michael Scott.