Michael does his best to impress his new boss.

We’ve all been there.

Trying to impress the new boss, showing him or her how talented we are, how hard working we are, how different we are from … Well, how we really are.

Living in Tahoe a number of years ago, I wanted to develop a closer relationship with my boss (i.e. suck up to him) and being a guy, knew there were only two things I needed to win him over.

Beer and boxing.

I invited Matt over to my house to watch Mike Tyson fight some tomato can on a Friday night on HBO. I splurged with the best brew I could afford, takeout pizza and chips. I even mentally planned out some discussion topics, determined to show Matt just what a Cool Dude I was.

Then Tyson had to go and ruin it.

This being 1989 and Iron Mike being in the middle of his phase where he absolutely killed everyone fool enough to enter the ring, I think the bout lasted about a minute and a half. It was barely long enough for Matt to drink a beer, eat a couple slices and tell me he’d see me in the office Monday morning. 

In “St. Patrick’s Day,” Michael tries desperately to win over new boss Jo Bennett. He gives the Sabre CEO a Scranton lump of coal, which impresses her because she’s from Tallahassee, which doesn’t have much coal, “just alligators and some of the worst Chinese food you ever tasted.”

She pretty much summed up the entire Sunshine State there, only leaving out the countless strip clubs and depressing housing market.

In a meeting with staff, Jo is impressed by an idea offered by Darryl from the warehouse, giving him Jim’s old office in reward. Michael is skeptical of Darryl’s  ”real Hoop Dream story,” wondering if Jo’s family owes Darryl’s family something for a long-ago wrongdoing.

I like seeing Darryl. I especially like seeing Darryl out of his element – actually tucking his shirt in as he sits at his new desk. I wonder if Craig Robinson’s role on the show will expand like Ed Helms’ did after the success of “The Hangover”? Robinson’s latest movie “Hot Tub Time Machine” looks like it could be very funny or, uh, very not. I’m thinking the latter, so Darryl may just remain stuck in the warehouse.

Jim, meanwhile, is missing his wife and new daughter, and, smelling blood, Dwight takes advantage, pointing out how difficult it must be for Jim to be at work. Upset that Jim scuttled his “mega-desk” plans, Dwight even pulls out the big guns, playing Harry Chapin’s “Cats in the Cradle” to drive home his point.

Dwight is evil, has a bad haircut, an unhealthy obsession with beets and drives a car that was cool, oh, about 25 years ago, but I gotta give him props for his taste in music. He chose Chapin’s classic original over the suckfest that was Ugly Kid Joe’s remake. Of course, Andy’s joining in with Harry ruined the song, anyway …

Michael believes he’s hitting it off with his “honeypile” boss, saying no matter “if you are a loser or practice bestiality, if Jo likes you, you are in. I am in.” Michael being Michael, he takes it too far, taking Jo at her word when she says he should visit Tallahassee. He immediately announces plans to visit her over Fourth of July.

Of course, she doesn’t mean it and, because he’s embarrassed, Michael wants to prove he can be productive and refuses to let the staff leave work before the boss does. This puts a crimp in Meredith’s plans to ditch her kids for one night of sweet, sweet freedom as well as Andy and Erin’s first official date.

With indigestion of the nose, Erin is sent home sick and kilt-wearing Andy fakes sick to get sent home as well. He shows up at Erin’s apartment and is ready to make his move, only to be interrupted by Erin’s foster brother, who seems to have an icky-close relationship with Erin.

Michael finally relents and lets his staff go. They all head to a local bar where Michael meets up with them and his best bud, Todd Packer, to celebrate “the closest that the Irish ever will get to Christmas.”

The moral of the episode: You can never impress your boss, so why even bother trying? If beer and boxing won’t do the trick, nothing will.