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A Case of the MUndays

I know I've raved about this movie before on this blog but I just had to mention it again.

Office Space holds one of those 'poingnant moment' movies in my life. A movie that really sticks out in my head as giving a wake up call, sending you a message, an epiphany.

I know I know, I'm always being melodramtic and going on about these "significant" moments in my life. You must wonder if I ever get through a week with out a having some sort of "moment of understanding". I like to think it's because I'm quite a relfective person although I have a feeling it maybe more that I'm not all that observant.

I'm also very good at going on a tangent - where was I? Oh yes, my Office Space moment.

You know the first time you saw Dirty Dancing? When she does the jump at the end of the movie? You'll always remember wanting to find a guy that could move like that and DEEP DOWN wanted to find one that would stick up to your dad, even if he was the cop from Law and Order.

It was a similar feeling with Office Space, only not about love and nothing about my dad. The heros weren't hunky Patick Swayze and angelic 'Baby' but Peter, the office guy, and his girlfriend, played by Jennifer Aniston.

Peter tells his boss, in a calm manner, that he just wasn't going to be coming in to work anymore. Jen's character also became my hero when, which working as a waitress, she stated "this is me, expressing myself" while giving the finger to the restaurant manager.

Anyone who has ever worked in an office can appreciate this movie.

Anyone who has every worked in the service industry can appreciate this movie.

I've said a gazillion times but this is a movie that dares you to follow your dream of being yourself...even if it is telling the boss off.

And, on Friday night after out at girl party with ladies from work, I was so giddy that it was on tv.

I laughed and laughed. D has no idea how I can find a movie I've seen tons of times still so extremely hialrious.

It brings back memories of seeing it the first time and making a promise to myself that I wouldn't get stuck it a job where the secretary insists on annoucing that I have a 'case of the mondays' or where I am constantly cursing the printer with its' "PC LOAD LETTER" error message - what does that mean anyway?

When I first saw it, I could relate. And that's what made it funny.

I still laugh today. I guess any nostalgia cab be funny, even the not so enjoyable.


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