In this allegedly normal office, time seems stuck between a grumbling copier, maddening email pings, and the scent of tragically burnt coffee. But Karina… Karina has other plans. Instead of filling out yet another report, she quietly starts cutting mustaches out of sticky notes and plastering them on her face while moaning theatrically in a fake Spanish accent. Every now and then she launches herself from behind the desk, performing a cormorant leap toward the file cabinet — which she declares a “portal to another dimension.”
All of this happens secretly, under the watchful eyes of The Boss, who at first “doesn’t notice,” because why would he? He’s the embodiment of strict management, a man carved straight out of a corporate discipline handbook. Except… one eye twitches, the corner of his mouth curls, and finally he bursts out laughing exactly as Karina announces that she’s inventing an “office hula-hoop” out of a spiral binder and will now perform a stunt on top of the printer.
And that’s when it happens — the Boss rips off his jacket like an action hero and joins in. Within a minute the two of them are racing swivel chairs down the hallway, chasing each other with staplers like laser guns, and having impromptu aerial dogfights using folder-planes. Office boredom surrenders unconditionally.
When the other employees peek in, horrified, they wisely decide… not to ask any questions. Because apparently in this office, rules are cancelled. There’s only one commandment: lose your mind first — and you win.
And Karina and the Boss? They’re the undefeated champions of workplace insanity.
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