Karen had finally stopped glaring at him in dissatisfaction.

Phyllis had nearly stopped glancing at him sympathetically.

Dwight had actually stopped squinting at him with suspicion.

Kelly had almost stopped searching him for substandard clarification.

Angela had more or less stopped glowering at him disapprovingly.

Toby had just stopped peeking at him curiously.

Michael would probably never stop gazing at him in (assumed) camaraderie.

Things had finally started looking…if not up, then at least manageable.

Until that seemingly innocuous day, late in February…

When, once again, he opened that infuriating drawer to find another gelled note staring back at him...mercilessly.