- So, what did you wanna meet about today, Mrs. Marovitch?
- Well, I unfortunately came to report my co-workers.
Specifically the men, or should I say, the boys.
(foreboding chime)
(angrily sighing)
- Not again.
- I've invited Raphael to join on behalf of the boys
as they all have the same stupid little mind
and he's their leader.
- Their leader?
- What?
- Really? - Yes, of course.
- Please continue, Katie.
- You see, I've recently plighted my troth,
and subsequently walked the flower isle to my most beloved.
(laughing)
- Congratulations.
- And this has totally transformed my work relationships
with these boys of mine.
- In what way?
- Well, it's gotten a lot less sexy, I'm tellin' ya that.
- Excuse me?
- It was never sexy, trust me, it was gross.
- These boys have been ignoring me, left and right.
And something must be done about it.
And that's why I came to you, all right.
Girls to girls, we understand, right?
- She does this all the time, we all hate her.
- Let me lay it down for you doctor.
- She's not a therapist.
- Are you a doctor?
- I'm absolutely not a doctor.
- I am an alpha woman.
- Don't fall for that.
- And as such, I have certain needs, okay.
And one of those needs is to be
flirted with regularly at work.
- It's a workplace, that's absolutely not allowed.
- She won't listen, it's like talking to a brick wall.
(whooshing)
- All right, what's going on?
- Follow my finger.
- Can you guys--
- I am following it.
- Can we get back to--
- Now that I am a married woman,
these boys view me as just a prune faced old hen,
not worth her weight in gold.
- This is an insane thing to come to HR about.
I mean I'm kind of shocked you thought this was--
- Eh, uh, I know exactly what you're about to say.
Katie Marovitch, my oh my, a little married woman.
Well, she has someone to flirt with until the day she dies.
- Yeah, that's absolutely not what I was going to say.
- Here's the weather report, there is trouble in paradise.
- What?
- I've grown very bored of my husband,
and quite frankly, I long for the days of my youth.
You know, I miss the flirts my boys would thrust upon me.
- Ew, what does that even mean?
- By the way, she's only been married for four months.
- I wasn't always into their flirts, you know.
- That's false, she was the only one who wanted to flirt.
- The little poems they'd write for me.
- (sighs) Oh, God.
- Drawings they'd draw for me.
(laughing)
The flowers they'd prune for me.
(laughing)
The songs they'd sing for me.
(singing) K-k-katie, beautiful Katie.
The signs they'd post for me,
and the leaves they'd burn for me.
Those were the days, I did not long for them,
but now I do.
- Truly, none of that happened.
- Okay, enough.
You are violating so many company policies
and workplace laws right now.
You are officially fired, effective immediately.
- Finally!
(mysterious music)
(keyboard clacking)
- Wait no, don't look me up!
- Hm, that's weird, the company has no record
of you ever working here.
(mysterious chime)
(keyboard clacking)
I can't find your name anywhere online, either.
(mysterious music)
(keyboard clacking)
- Huh?
- And, I just checked the Social Security Administrations
database of all people, I couldn't find you on it.
It's like you never existed.
- Hm, interesting.
- Wait!
(mysterious music)
You're hiding something, Katie Marovitch!
And I'm gonna find out what.
(mysterious music)
- There's the flirt I've been looking for!