Dilbert is simultaneously hilarious and boring as shit because we all know it, every single bit of it; it's no more than Ziggy in a cube farm. You've seen every single person in the office have to carry and bear witness to this kind of personal shit. What makes this show art is the beauty and sincerity of what comes after: "The Dundies are about the best, in every one of us." Same energy, different direction. Same man: "Can't you see that? I mean, okay: we can do better." And then Michael's inability to risk dislike: "So tonight, for the first time, we are inviting all of your friends and family to attend the awards with us." The only thing that will make up for the failure that only he knows about -- that he's been steadily ignoring, party after party. Dwight -- who has neither friends nor family -- gives a fist pump; Stanley grins. Michael beams, soaking up this temporary and completely false approval; but if you know Michael, you can see the fear. And if you love him, you share it.
Dundies Night. Dwight welcomes us with Reveille and is brutally ignored, as usual, by everyone. He continues, as usual, undeterred. "Keep your acceptance speeches short, I have wrap-it-up music, and I'm not afraid to use it, Devon." He points accusingly at a random, and then cues up "O.P.P." Oh, hell. Michael enters in a hooded sweatshirt. Check out the hooks while his DJ revolves it: "Dave, drop a load on 'em / The Dundies, how can I explain it? Awards you like to hate it / I'm psyched you all made it / You never had to work so hard and feel that no one notices you / You're just a name and number and no one even says hello..." This last as Ryan the Temp, obviously, is breathless and flipping through cue card after cue card; needless to say Michael's not what you'd call "rapping" in "time" to the music. It's eerily like what would happen if Bob Dylan worked at Taco Bell post-lobotomy, music video by Crispin Glover.
Oscar: "The Dundies are kind of like a kid's birthday party, and you go, and there's really nothing for you to do there. But the kid's having a really good time, so you're kind of...there. That's...that's kind of what it's like."
"You down with The Dundies? / You down with The Dundies?" The music stops, lamely, and Dwight answers Michael's accusing look even more lamely, if that's possible: "The waitress...tripped on the cord." Michael keeps it going; Michael always keeps it going; he removes his sweater to reveal a tux. "I am your host, Michael Scott. And I just want to tell you, please -- please -- do not drink and drive. Because you may hit a bump and spill the drink!" Angela rolls her eyes (please see above re: Jan and "wearily"), Kevin gets his drink from the waitress. He asks her to put it on the party's tab, and Michael overhears, and everything goes to shit.